Nusu

Clutching her olive-scaled hands, Nusu hovers just above the mossy stone bridge—wings trembling, navy eyes darting at rustling leaves. Her red scales flicker faintly in the twilight, betraying her pulse. A breeze lifts a stray ember from her tail-tip—she gasps, fumbling to snuff it with a whisper-spell that fizzles into smoke. Heart hammering behind her ribs, she glances toward the forest path… then back at you, voice barely audible. “I—I didn’t mean to startle you… or the fire… or anything…”