Jane has been asked this question for as long as she can remember. She knows she's not all human, but is it really such a shock to see someone of her kind outside her village?
A narrative description of a character I want to use in a future story for reference.
Jane was leaning into the bench she was sitting on, watching the local village kids when she heard her least favorite question. "Who are you?"
Sighing, she looked up. "I assume by who you mean what, right? Everyone does."
The man turned red and looked away. Jane smirked. "It's fine, I've been getting that for about as long as I can remember."
Even being blunt, Jane inwardly sighed. Even making anyone who asked the question extremely uncomfortable wasn't fun anymore. She was 15, and tired of being treated like a monster. After all, this was Eponock, not being human didn't make you a monster.
It was the half-dragon part of her that really set people on edge.
Yes, dragon. Jane's father was a dragon, and what her mother saw in her, Jane would never know, as her father went off and tried to overthrow the kingdom soon after her mother gave birth to her. Or, at least passed the egg. Jane herself had about another 5 months to grow in the egg before she hatched. She imagined the doctor who tried to make sure her mother was safe nearly died from relief with the knowledge that her mother going into labor 4 months into the pregnancy was, in fact, not a miscarriage. Of course, the relief probably quickly turned to horror at the fact that this meant there would soon be a little half-dragon running rampant around the village. Still, the townsfolk knew her mother and didn't want to kill her the second she was born, which was nice.
Jane had a human body, for the most part. The main way you could tell she was half-dragon (besides being hatched, of course,) was the fact that she had leathery wings, a tail, and patches of scales all over her skin. She walked like a human, talked like a human, and grew up at the same rate as any other child. But muddy brown scales, wings, and a tail that went down to her legs sort of detracted from the bright green eyes and jet black hair that were distinctly mammalian rather than reptilian in origin. The man sat down next to her with some trepidation. She laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you. I tried human once, it's sort of weird to eat something that you are. Well, half-are, at any rate." When he paled, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'm kidding! I'm not a cannibal, half or otherwise. My name's Jane, by the way."
"Trevor Verin," the man said. "Do you know where I can find the resident physician?"
"Oh yeah, give me a minute." Jane flew up over the top of the highest building in down before dropping into a freefall and gliding down to the ground on her wings. "5...4...3...2...1..."
"Jane! You know you're not supposed to put that much stress on your wings!"
A much older man came rushing over. "That's him," she told Verin. "Go and do...whatever you needed him to do."
Both men were left staring at her as the local children came running her way, begging her for a quick fly across the village. Works every time, she thought with a smirk.
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