typical dragonling behavior
“Forsooth, what purple blur doth skirt my views,
whenceforth the scent of dragons emanates,
I ne’er hath yet observed a dragon whose
size stirs my thoughts of pets, of homes, of mates.
Yea, tiny dragons in this forest dwell,
and flee as their keen sense detects approach,
their confidence erodes with every swell,
their cowardice evokes my stern reproach.
But lo! This dragonling, in frenzied haze,
combatively advances on my place,
and doth refuse to break my halcyon gaze.
What mortal dangers hath this dragon faced?”
“Leeroy, shut the fuck up.”