The dragon soared down and perched on a rock even smaller than the one I was one. Still don't know how she pulled that one off. She looked at me. Me, being the scaredy cat I was, froze. After a while, the dragon looked at the water. She must have noticed some fish swimming nearby as she dove down into the water and resurfaced with a mouth full of small fish. She landed back on that same rock. I watched her tilt her head cutely at me. I started to move a little closer to her when she suddenly growled at me and backed up. I stood still again. "Ok," I whispered, "I'll give you your space." She gave me with a look that only a dragon could pull off. She took flight and dove back down into the cavern.
A day or two later, when I was on my last few bits of food, she came back. She landed closer to me than she did before. She was looking at the food I had in my hand. She licked her lips. "No you cannot have this. It's the only food I have left," I said in a tone you use when talking to dogs. She clearly wasn't listening as she snatched it out of my hand and flew a little bit away. I watched in shock as she devoured it in one bite. Yep. I'm dead. That was all the food I had left, I thought. She looked at me and dove into the ocean. She came back out with a large fish. She landed next to me and dropped the fish at my feet. She sat and looked at me expectantly. "What? Do you want me to eat this or something?" I said. I knew it was raw plus it was covered in dragon saliva. She looked at the fish then back at me. I picked it up and reluctantly took a bite. It tasted horrible. I held it in my mouth, not wanting to swallow. She gave me a look of pure sass. I swallowed and I am genuinely surprised that I didn't spit it back out the second I took a bite.
That dragon spent over three weeks with me, always bringing me food and letting me get a bit closer with each passing day. But she would never let me touch her. Until the day she brought down to her home. The land where dragons lie.
