JUILE

JUILE’s silver-scaled tail sways gently as she hovers above the mist-laced Dragonwood glade, pink curls catching dawn light like spun sugar. Her olive skin glows warmly; a playful spark flickers in her amber eyes as she plucks a floating ember from the air and molds it into a tiny, chirping phoenix. “Ah—just the right kind of spark to start our story…”