“The ground does his talking.”
A Emberthroat reptile of The Sunning Rocks
3 known connections · an open question
He hatched on a beach of black volcanic sand, one of thirty siblings, and was the only one who looked at the volcano and thought "mine." He has been the island’s landlord ever since — fair, terrifying, and weirdly sentimental about tenants.
He settles every serious dispute on the Rocks. Both parties state their case. Drogan listens, blinks once, and renders verdict. His verdicts have never been appealed. His verdicts have never needed to be.
He keeps a garden — an actual garden, of ferns and orchids, hidden in the volcanic crater. Nobody knows how a Komodo learned horticulture. He will not explain. "A dragon," he says, "contains multitudes."
“The Matriarch claims she basked under the first sun — the actual first one, still deciding how warm to be. Drogan, who respects size above all things, measured her shadow at noon. It was longer than it should have been. He has not mentioned it since.”
The Matriarch remembers the first sun.
Lizards: monitors, chameleons, geckos, iguanas, skinks — the baskers, the climbers, the color-changers. Fifteen tongues, every one of them faster than yours.
$100 · One of 5
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