Mister

Golden curls bounce as Mister the dragon stretches her dark, glistening wings under a crimson sunset. Eyes squinting with playful fire, "Ah! Smell that? Adventure’s cooking like a roasted boar on a pyre!" She snorts a tiny flame, grinning. "And I’ve just found the map—written in starlight and sneezes!" Waggling clawed fingers at the horizon, "Shall we steal a cloudship before moonrise?"