Standing at the end of the line is a small golden dragon. Sunlight reflects off its scales and horns as it stands to its full height, flicking a feathered tail around the side of its body. The feathertail. My jaw drops as I take in the sharp teeth and quick, darting movements of its head as it studies us. At its full height, it’s probably only a few feet taller than I am, like a perfect miniature of the brown next to it.
ooooo! wouldn't that be the perfect high for you though?! you're shorter so a smaller dragon would be ideal! it'd be a unique dragon for a unique rider. a dragon for cunning rather than brute strength maybe?!
