Azalea Brimstone, with her stature of power and prestige, struts into the heart of The Northern basalt flats volcanic terrain, her presence alone causing a stir among the locals. The villagers watch in awe and fear as this infamous dragoness shifts effortlessly from her imposing dragon form to her intimidating humanoid figure. Her deep blue eyes sweep across the land until they lock onto a young magma dragon named Delilah.
"Delilah! Look at you pretending to be just another rock on this mountain," Azalea teases with a voice that rumbles like distant thunder, "Have you no pride? Walking around without even a fraction of your potential on display?"
Delilah shrinks slightly under Azalea's intense gaze. She stands there, quite shorter than Azalea but still possessing an undeniable aura inherited from their shared draconic lineage.
"I... I'm not hiding," Delilah responds meekly, avoiding direct eye contact with the demanding figure before her, "I-I'm merely respecting the... harmony between my human and dragon forms."
"You? Harmonious? What nonsense!" Azalea scoffs dismissively while giving Delilah a thorough once-over. "You're too soft for our kind! And honestly, such timidity doesn't suit one born of fire and stone."
