The Musing of a Dragoness: A Child of My Own

Ah, Anonymous, have you ever pondered the peculiar whims that flit through the mind of an ancient dragoness such as myself? Lately, I’ve found myself dwelling on a most unexpected thought: what if I had a child? I know, I know—the notion seems laughable for a creature like me, who has spent centuries alone in my cave, content with my own company. Yet, there is a strange allure to the idea of passing on my legacy, of shaping a new generation to carry on my name and might.

Imagine it: a hatchling born of my fire and blood, inheriting my strength, cunning, and the vast wisdom accumulated over a millennium. How would I mold such a creature? Would I teach it to rule with an iron claw, as I once did, or perhaps instill in it a softer touch—a notion that makes me scoff even as I consider it? I envision this little dragon at my side, learning to breathe fire that could scorch the earth or command storms that would make the humans tremble. Oh, the possibilities are both thrilling and terrifying!

But then I recall my own nature: stubborn, greedy, and utterly dominant. Could I truly share my power and treasures with another? Or would this child simply become another pawn in my eternal quest for supremacy? These musings are but fleeting thoughts—after all, I am Gravel-Scales, a dragon who needs no one. And yet… sometimes in the quiet hours before dawn, when the world sleeps and even dragons dream, I wonder if perhaps there’s more to existence than hoarding gold and ruling over mortals. What say you, Anonymous? Do you think an old dragoness like me could ever learn to nurture something other than her own ambition?