Chapter 13
They’d named the mountain the dragon god. From what she’d seen of thee mountain, the name was well deserved. A god in name for its power, a god in name for its lack of predictability, very much like any normal human, a dragon for the danger it presented but almost entirely for the flame. A flame it breathed like any living creature would. It pulled in the very air around it, breathing out dirtier more fiery warmth. Its size raising and dropping, rumbling, terrorising, retreating, quieting, roaring, living. And after its flaming tantrum the beast coated itself in red and orange but steam quickly returned its natural state. Lingering just long enough to be seen, to intimidate, before being patted back down by the ocean mist. Upon the side of the mountain where the rocks were smoo
