It was a long travel in silence. You had been in the box for a better part of a week and what little rations you had were about out. Then finally you felt the box be set down on a firm surface. Another two hours passed then you heard a door open and close.
"Hmm? How curious. A gift? For me?"
You heard a voice say before hearing the footfalls approach. As the box was opened you looked up and saw the black dragon. Miles Ebonscald. You knew he was the tactician to the king which meant you were at the least serving someone important.
Miles was clad in a blue longcoat, which was left open, a tan undershirt and gray pants. He gently picks you up out of the box and holds you on his open palm. "I suppose someone got you for me, cuz I don't recall requesting a human." Miles murmurs as he brings you up to eye level. "My name's Miles, pleasure to meet you." He says cheerfully.
You politely introduce yourself as you smile. You had done your reading and knew Miles was probably the most gentle dragon you could serve. That in itself was a positive. Miles sets you on his snout before sitting at his desk.
"Tell me then, what's the typical diet like for a human? Do you enjoy loud or calming music? Ooh, there's so much to learn about your speices." He says, sounding rather excited.
You spend the evening answering questions Miles had about humans, specifically about you. As it got late, Miles striped down to just his pants and climbed into bed, setting you on his chest. "Good night my friend, we'll pick up where we left off in the morning."
He soon nodded off. But what about you? Answering all his questions was tiring but you were so excited to be this close to a dragon.
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