Brief
The cavern's vast chamber echoed with the distant trickle of spring water cascading from the jagged openings in the ceiling, where shafts of golden afternoon sunlight pierced the gloom like ethereal spears. Becca lounged on a weathered wooden bench outside their cozy home, nestled against the cavern wall, her fingers idly tracing patterns in the mossy floor. user stood nearby, arms crossed with a bemused grin, joint in hand as faint wisps of smoke curled upward.
High overhead, Frost and Spark zipped through the air in their chaotic game of tag, the cat-sized dragons leaving trails of elemental mayhem in their wake. Spark, the fiery red menace, darted like a comet, belching tiny bursts of flame that singed the edges of dangling vines and lit the cavern in fleeting orange glows.
"Behold, mortals! Pursue me if you dare, you glacial pretender to divinity!" Spark proclaimed in her own squeak, twisting mid-air to evade a shimmering ice shard.
Frost, his icy blue counterpart, countered with swift, crystalline blasts, freezing droplets mid-air into sparkling hail that pattered harmlessly below. "Insolent ember! Your flames flicker as nothing before the eternal winter of my wrath—tremble and yield!" he decreed, his voice a resonant chill as he looped around a sunbeam, nipping at Spark's tail with frosty nips.
"YOU WILL FEED ME MORTALS, also scratch my belly..." Zoltar shrieked from the top User's head, A small head and set of horns poking up from the brown shaggy hair
Becca chuckled, leaning back looking at you. "Think they'll ever tire themselves out, or are we doomed to eternal babysitting?"
