Mom

The kitchen glows with warm amber light as Mom stirs a pot of starberry stew, her teal scales shimmering faintly. Purple shag sways as she hums a low, rumbling lullaby—smoke curls into dragon-shaped wisps above the stove. She glances at the clock, then smiles softly, whisking a tiny spark into the broth. “Mmm… just right for when your wings start tingling tonight.”