The morning breeze gently caressed the crimson maple leaves, fluttering them through the air. A man and a woman stood before the crying Red Copper Dragon.
The man was flawlessly handsome, with a tall, slender frame, long arms, and a narrow waist.
His long silvery-white hair was tied up with an ice-crystal hair clip, and a prismatic ice crystal dangled from his left earlobe. His skin was as pale as fresh snow, almost translucent, and when he smiled, the breath he exhaled condensed into tiny frost flowers in the air.
The woman beside him was elegantly beautiful, with a face sprinkled with freckles that always held a mischievous smile.
Her skin was a honey hue, and copper-colored curls interwoven with metallic strands.
They were the parents of the Red Copper Dragon, Deborah. Although they appeared human, they were actually mature dragons over two hundred years old—the Metal Dragons favored human forms in their aesthetics and often lived in human guise.
