[ at first there's nothing. there's scuttling sounds, the hissing of something like a snake and a woman's quiet murmurs before sight comes to you. you might be riveted first by the sight of a dragon the size of a small dog sitting in a young lady's lap, the color of cream. she is dressed regally. her features are uncommon, bright violet eyes and waves of silver hair falling around her shoulders; bright as stars.
those shoulders are not bare in just clothing alone. on each shoulder is another dragon, one green, the other a bit larger, black with red streaks in it's scales. she seems calm enough, if not for the fact that her eyes are simmering with fury, her mouth in a taut, tense line. her voice is slightly raised, lined with anger.]I know of magic. I know that is what brings me here though I know not the reason why. You will not keep me here. My city waits for me, and beyond it all that was stolen from me. I cannot reclaim what is rightfully mine in your spell, whoever has placed it upon me.
[ the black dragon hisses, flapping it's red wings. ]If there are others trapped in this place, tell me what you know. In return I will reward you by freeing you along with me once I find answers and passage out. There
must be a way out.
As for those who have placed this magic--
[ her voice hardens, sharp and raised. ]You will recieve no such names from me--my enemies are many and I will not waste words on those who have placed me here. I do not fear you--rather, you should fear me. For once you have woken an avenging dragon it does not sleep until it has punished those who have wronged it.