Pygmy Flame Drakeling

Within the embrace of twilight's final whisper, the Pygmy Flame Drakeling stands poised upon a weathered crag. This diminutive dragon, cloaked in a tapestry of sunset hues, gazes out with eyes alight with a sapient glow. Its scales—small, iridescent mirrors—reflect the day's last gold, telling tales of fiery skies in lands untouched by mortal tread. Wings unfurled, etched with nature's own filigree, speak of flights through realms both high and hallowed. As the guardian of such lofty peaks, the drakeling surveys its kingdom with a curiosity as boundless as the skies it sails. Here is a creature not born of fire and brimstone, but of warmth and the golden hour's calm—its silhouette a promise of the magic that dances in the quiet majesty of the world's uncharted heights.