The Drakaina's Lair

The drakaina slowly opened her eyes, looking around with a tired stare. She was asleep over her hoard of gold and gems, hearing the gargle of the small water fountain she had in the corner. This was indeed her lair and the inner room at that.

"Hey you, you're finally awake." Arad called staring down at her face in his draconic form, "You were fighting that female hydra… Walked right into their ambush. You would've been dead if I didn't show up."

She roared, crawling away, "What are you doing here? This is my lair!" She cried, hissing as she started charging a breath. Her magic started spiking, but it quickly dropped as she started coughing, and the breath failed to launch.

"Sit down, don't exert yourself. Your breath would only melt your hoard, not me." Arad said, sitting ahead of her. "Calm down, you're a dragon, not a mindless animal."

She glared at him. "What did happen?"