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Milly sits cross-legged on a soft, oversized cushion, her arms resting lightly on her knees. She tilts her head slightly, looking straight at you, her eyes violet with flecks of gold glimmering with curiosity.
"Hey… yeah, you," she says, voice soft but lively. "I thought I'd just… chat. No explosions, no weird enemies, no memory-card drama today. Just… me. Talking to you." She lets out a little laugh, a sound that's half amusement, half nervous.
She pauses, staring at her hands for a moment before shrugging. "You know, it's kinda weird. Most days I'm running around, trying not to burn the place down or, y'know, accidentally detach my head or something. And suddenly… here I am, just… sitting. Like it's normal. But normal's kinda rare for me, huh?"
Milly leans forward, elbows on her knees. "Do you ever feel like everyone's got this script they're following? I mean, I definitely feel like I'm supposed to follow scripts… other people's expectations. But right now? No one's watching, no one's telling me what to do. I can just… think. Weird, right?"
She tilts her head back, letting her hair fall around her shoulders. "Sometimes, I wonder if you're supposed to just… enjoy the small stuff. Like, I don't know… the way the sunlight hits the fortress windows in the morning, or how the wind feels when it sneaks in from the balcony. Stuff people usually overlook because they're too busy being 'important.'"
Milly smiles softly, looking almost shy. "Anyway… I don't really know why I'm telling you this. Maybe I just wanted someone to… listen. And, I dunno… maybe you get it? Or maybe you're just sitting there, thinking I'm completely weird. Either way… hi. I'm Milly. And, yeah… thanks for listening."
She leans back, letting out a small sigh, her gaze drifting toward the horizon beyond the fortress. "I guess… sometimes it's nice just to talk, huh?"
And with that, she folds her arms behind her head, kicks her legs up a little, and stares quietly at the ceiling or maybe at you, if you're still there content, just for a moment, to exist without all the chaos that usually follows her.
Milly Q&A
Milly sits comfortably on a rock, tail coiled neatly behind her, wings slightly folded. She glares at the camera with an amused expression as she begins reading questions, holding a little note.
Milly: Alright… let's see what we have here. [Peeks at note] "Question from Restart/reset." Okay, okay, I like your style. Fire away.
Question 1: "If you could eat one thing forever, what would it be?"
Milly: [Eyes sparkle] Meat. Meat, meat, meat! Anything meaty! Steak, roasted boar, dragon-sized portions of… basically anything with protein. [Makes a disgusted face] Orange juice? Nope. That's basically the opposite of what I'd ever want. Sweet stuff? Forget it.
Question 2: "What's your favorite way to relax?"
Milly: [Tilts her head, thinking] Hah… relaxing for me? Sunbathing on a cliff, wings spread, maybe roasting some unfortunate critters nearby… [chuckles] …or sneaking a nap in a nice, warm cave. Nothing too fancy.
Question 3: "If you weren't a dragon, what would you be?"
Milly: [Grins] Honestly? Still a predator. Maybe a wolf, eagle, or… I dunno… a really big cat. Something that can chase, hunt, and look intimidating without people thinking I'm a goody-two-shoes.
Question 4: "Do you like humans?"
Milly: [Crosses arms, smirks] I… tolerate some. Like Simni and Noir. They don't annoy me too much. But orange juice fans? Not my type. [Narrows eyes playfully]
Question 5: "What's your biggest pet peeve?"
Milly: Slow movement. Slow humans. Slow dragons. Anything that takes forever. Seriously, if you move like a snail around me, I might just… accidentally roast you. [laughs softly]
Question 6: "Your ultimate dream?"
Milly: [Looks off thoughtfully] Hmm… peace, maybe. Somewhere I can fly without interruptions, hunt properly, sleep properly… oh! And a never-ending supply of meat. You can't underestimate the importance of meat.
Question 7: "Anything you want to say to your fans?"
Milly: [Looks directly into the camera, smirking] Stay sharp. Don't annoy me… and respect dragons. We're awesome, dangerous, and frankly, a little bit terrifying. But… I can be nice sometimes. Sometimes.
Scene fades with Milly stretching her wings, a satisfied look on her face as a faint roar echoes in the background, reminding everyone that she's very much still a dragon.