We are your grandmothers

Just as Raven and I were about to leave the hotel and continue our journey, we were stopped by two imposing figures blocking our path. They were dragon women, their presence commanding and powerful. Each one exuded an aura of ancient wisdom and strength, their eyes piercing and intense.

The first woman had scales that shimmered in the sunlight, a mesmerizing blend of emerald and gold. Her eyes were a deep, penetrating green, with vertical pupils that seemed to see into my very soul. Her long hair flowed like a river of molten gold, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She wore a robe of deep forest green, adorned with intricate golden embroidery that seemed to shift and change with every movement.