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A simple settlement, a large city, or even a small kingdom in some sense. The people regarded Rivernest to be an ancient city with a rich history. Wars and peace. Coups and reigns of different masters of society.
One of those stories in this history unfolded in the conquest period of the great gods.
A youngling.
And a thief met once.
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Flyers in the wind, these vibrant flyers of job applications had to be finalized. A soft blue hue of the moon illuminated the city of infinite growth. A loner decidedly strolled near the beach of her home to find a suitable place to work. She was a jobless dragonoid, a rare occurrence, as her place in the world was unsure- and unbound.
There were many of her- the same as her.
She had a simple green cloak with silver necklace around her neck. Her face was unreadable because the clothing, her adorned hood, hid her face per tradition. (As was tradition in some dragonoid families if they came from the eastern continent.)
She was lower than most people (races).
And that was not helped by others.
Dragonoids in society were always the under-caste or the underbelly of Rivernest. The loner dragonoid had deep red scales and soft pink flesh. Colors are often associated in Rivernest with luck and fortune.
Red, the primary color, was deeply associated with the goddesses Autumn and Spring. During their real time on this dusty planet, they lived; at the same time; and wore the same clothes. They were twins at the start. But when the godly duties rose, they grew apart as godhood took them over.
It is an old legend of the city.
One became change itself and one became hope for a brighter tomorrow.
That many people believe still.
The loner sat on a stone bench thinking questioningly to herself... "What is my purpose? Why does no one want me? Why never me?"
She had many chances in her life- none of them was taken.
The feminine dragonoid revealed herself under the hood and sighed gently. Thoughts of self-doubt filled her young mind, and thereafter, led her diamond-shaped blue eyes stuck to the ground as normal bystanders walked now and then through the city life of this magical place.
A dark creature appeared in the corner of the girl's left eye.
After some time of sulking, the dragonoid saw... a black creature? Its horns resembled that of a dragon, yet it wasn't a dragon nor a dragonoid, nor any other known entity. Its white-grey eyes stared into her soul as his brown baggy clothes rocked in the wind of the airy weather. It had luggage to carry. It seemed concerned, she and its eyes met finally.
It was dressed like a beggar- like her yet it seemed nourished and plenty.
They slowly came over to her, in a way greetingly. Desperately the creature tried to calm her. Oddly enough it worked. The red dragonoid wasn't terrified of the entity nor scared but in awe.
Its white-grey eyes focused and changed.
Then it spoke collected; a voice came out of its mouth. It had a masculine voice; a gentle but firm standing voice.
It had a Western accent.
"Life is hard. Choices. Meaning." It was in fact a he, the red dragonoid seemed to have misjudged him by his appearance.
"What troubles you?" He seemed to her... cat-ish. He wasn't a cat.
He sat beside her on the same stone bench that overlooked the skyline near the largest beach in this city. He did it in a way to comfort her, the weakness of hers. "I see you." He spoke quietly.
"I often don't like to talk to others-... People see me as an outsider." White-grey eyes settled on her face and a tail swung in the dragonoid's face.
"Don't talk. Just do." He began to talk as he raised his hands to show scars.
"People are scared too of you. Your youth is terrifying to them. They hate that what was them before." He lowered his head as he ended his monologue.
Their eyes met and there was a connection between them; an understanding.
"Then stranger. I have to go." The cat thing said and left her.
And she realized.
He stole her purse.