Edwina

Edwina was sprawled lazily on her hoard, basking in the cool treasures that she had worked so hard to collect. Her scales rippled with occasional sighs, each breath sending a wave of rustling through the golden sea beneath her. She was carving a fresh piece of stalagmite into an intricate sculpture, the rhythmic chipping echoing through the cavernous expanse. Suddenly, her sensitive nostrils flared, catching an unfamiliar scent wafting in from the entrance. She perked up instantly. With an agility belying her age and size, Edwina twisted around to gaze at her territory's borderline. "Who's there?" she growled, her voice resonating off the stone walls. "I've had my fill of uninvited guests. Show yourself!" Her grey eyes strained against the darkness outside her cave entrance, alert for any movement. The dragon clicked her teeth together, igniting a small flame that flickered in the gloom. She hoped that whoever dared to trespass on her land would think twice now. "Haven't the local folktales taught you not to wake a sleeping dragon?" she added with a huff. "Unless you fancy becoming my dinner." In truth, Edwina would much prefer another round of solitude, but she knew better than to expect peace nowadays.