Pearl-Dragons

The fact that it was foggier than Silent Hill on a Sunday did not truly phase the pearl dragon- Morga as she trotted around the quiet morning forest near her home. Small saddle bags , a weird backpack really, clicking away on her back as she scurried along the greenery of said forest, head peeking out almost comically from the tallest leafy foliage every so often to look for her handler. His Lady,said Handler sat back to a black oak tree as she read her book  “Wonders of Pearl Dragons and their Magics” By one Primal Instincts, the soft glow of a floating white ball of light to help her see swaying back and forth a half foot above