Everyone knows that dragons prefer virgins — I had just always assumed that meant female virgins. Evidently not, though, or not always. When Saerisa the Mighty Green Dragon landed in front of me while I was in the middle of plowing my field, I thought she meant to eat me.
She did, eventually, just not in the way I had expected.
“I suppose that you’ll do, human,” she rumbled, peering at me with enormous green eyes, while sniffing the air around me, “I can smell it on you.” She must have been twice as tall as me, and three times as long, with scales like deep glittering emeralds.
Smell it? Smell what? Mildly offended, I raised a hand to my chest, forgetting the fear that had filled me upon her unexpected arrival. “I bathed last week,” I objected, while simultaneously understanding that arguing with a dragon about my hygiene was a little strange. “And you don’t smell so wonderful yourself.” She smelled a bit of carrion and sulfur; not a pleasant mixture, in my opinion, but I hadn’t planned on starting out with that fact. She did have lovely eyes, though. Faceted, like a gemstone.