Writing exercises are a fun way to explore characters’ voices and see how they react in unexpected situations!
Or so I’m telling myself.
#WIPTruthOrDare – 06/21 – Send an unexpected heat wave through your WIP
Dragons aren’t subtle creatures.
Oh, they like to pretend they are, especially since Tolkien. I guess ‘do not meddle in the affairs of wizards’, et cetera et cetera, made quite an impression, and no dragon wants to be taken less seriously than some mortal spell-slinger.
The truth of it is, though, dragons have a lot more in common with high school cliques than they do with wise sages. They’re powerful and impressive, and they know it. They’re used to throwing their weight around, literally, and take it for granted that everyone in their presence will be awed and terrified and honored that they deigned to show up. Whether or not they were invited to your house party, or however that analogy ends.
Like the popular crowd, too, they’ve got a tendency to immediately crush anything they think of as a potential challenger. Their bites are worse than their barks, and they throw them both around with a brutal efficiency that I, personally, have always thought was just a bit excessive.
The dragon in Min’s shop certainly wasn’t pulling her punches. She was a tall woman, almost Amazonian, long chestnut hair pulled back from her face in elaborately-knotted braids. Her eyes were lined with shimmering gold, her lips darkened to a rich mulberry, and her dress only barely managed to stay this side of a costume, an intricate thing made of interwoven ribbons and metallic cords. Long, sharp-looking fingernails gleamed a pearly white that I’d assumed came from nail polish, until she smiled and revealed teeth of exactly the same extremely-unsettling color.
And if we’d needed any more of a hint, she stepped into the shop behind a wave of heated air that made me think back to the comparative comfort of a Las Vegas summer.
“Vaultkeeper,” she nearly purred. Vivid green eyes settled first on Min, then on me, and for a second I actually forgot how to breathe.
“Can I help you?” Min asked.
The dragon turned back to her, and I exhaled in a rush.
The sweat running down the back of my neck had very little to do with the temperature.