I have also had time to ponder several things – where did my human parents get me from? How did I pass into their hands?
This year I turned twenty, a sign of maturity here in the kingdom, but according to dragon age, I am nothing but a wyrmling.
Solitude is easy to deal with, but I’d much rather have company.
Dragons usually live alone in their lairs…but seeing where I am, I obviously have no lair, and it has been months since I last spread my wings – literally.
I can keep up a human facade rather well – the only thing that can truly reveal me for what I am is a mirror.
If you see my reflection in a looking glass, you’ll see a green dragon looking back at you.
Although sometimes that can be prevented when I want to view my human self…but it’s extremely hard.
Flying is by far my most favorite ability – but I haven’t done that for a long time, as I said.
I’m getting quite fed up with being locked up in here.
Maybe I should just eat the guards and get it over with.
That doesn’t sound half bad.