Atelier flails her arms to balance herself while the creature attempts to shake her off, growling as it does. She falls and tumbles off its back, then looks up at terror greeting her in the form of an angry, snarling beast.
Dragon is the word that comes to mind when she looks at the winged reptilian, covered in reddish brown scales and whose beating wings produce enough force to knock a tree down, let alone a girl her size. This beast – it is not happy to have its slumber disturbed, and it will let her know exactly how pissed it is.
