A small, intelligent, dragonling lands on Wraithvine's hat carrying its treasure, a single gold coin. It looks quite pleased with itself, Lilbit the cat, however, is indifferent to the new arrival. -- Anon Guest
Wraithvine thought it was an insect at first, hitting hir hat and resting there for a moment's ease. What alerted hir to the truth was the fact that Lilbit glanced up, and went back to sleep on Wraithvine's shoulders.
Lilbit was absolute death on anything insectoid. She would not let a fly pass by. She actively had to be discouraged from harming butterflies and moths.
Wraithvine found a place to stop off the road, then took off hir hat. Which had a very tiny dragon perched amongst the herbs and ribbons Wraithvine had added to the crown.
A Faerie Dragon.
Just as Elves invaded the mortal plane, Dragons invaded Nanogh, the plane of magic. The result was the tiniest Dragon anyone has ever experienced. Faeries and Pixies both were too small to be intelligent creatures, but they retained almost demonic levels of brain power. The same applied to Faerie Dragons, though they tended to slip in the mortal plane.
This little Dragon had a single gold piece clutched to their chest. It could have made a breastplate for the Faerie Dragon.
"My cave," insisted the tiny passenger. "My hoard." They hissed.
Lilbit, observing the spectacle, started washing her paw.
"You're a great help," Wraithvine told Lilbit, against all evidence. To the Dragon, he said, "That's my hat, my good and fearsome Dragon. I have no contest to your hoard."
"MINE!" insisted the Faerie Dragon.
There was no arguing with them, and it wasn't as if Wraithvine could charge them rent. "Well," ze said, "That decoration isn't much of a lair. I could add a pocket for you that could serve as one. Some nice leather, a little fortification." It wouldn't be the first time ze had added structures to hir hat. "You can even watch as I put it together for you."
Some high-pitched growling indicated that the tiny Dragon was thinking about it. "Fair," they eventually decided.
Wraithvine set up camp early that evening. Ze needed the time to adjust hir hat.
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