Do u ever think abt Eddie Munson, the blacksmiths nephew, a gangly lad, all limbs and theatrics, he's good with a hammer, he can chop wood all day, run faster than most, and can probably make a sort of decent weapon, but he's no fighter, he's no strong man, and he's way better at making shields.
An do you ever think abt him trying to find decent materials out in the woods, only to stumble across an enormous downed golden dragon in a clearing made by its fall, the beast defensive but in too much pain to really fight back, the bodies of its attackers littering the area where it'd successfully fended them off but is in so much pain.
Do u ever think about Eddie spending days and nights out in that clearing tending to that big dragons wounds, keeping it warm with fires he's made, catching it fish and making sure it's eating, until it finally has enough strength to take to the skies once more and disappear into the heavens.
only for a man with beautiful golden brown eyes, sunkissed skin and soft swoopy hair and the oh so subtle spattering of golden scales across his cheekbones turns up to the Munsons blacksmith a few weeks later, wanting to thank Eddie properly for his care.
