Daz wasn't up early, nor was she awake when the cowbell demanded that she should be awake. Instead she was lazing around the rafters in the kitchen, asleep in her favorite place. If her rider wanted to find her, then he knew where to look. The black and red dragon often hung out there, which at first terrified the kitchen crew, but she had taught them how to handle her. Throwing food always worked, and sometimes she'd even leave the person alone altogether if they asked for it.

Daz wasn't unreasonable to some of the humans. Those that were intolerant or rude she hassled as much as possible. That usually meant burning the food as much as possible, putting oil on their floors, or just plain stalking them for a time. The last one was for the most paranoid of humans. They'd tried putting her in shackles and things before, but she knew how to withstand the pain of escape. She never told anyone else her secrets though, because she much prefered her own safety.

And why should she baby these other dragons? Dragons like Freya were just about broken and lifeless. They'd die within a week of being free. Daz only came back to the humans because she got bored or hungry. Maybe that was why they kept assigning her riders as opposed to outright killing her. And her newest rider had some kind of arrogance, keeping her without a harness as much as possible. She'd teach him, sooner or later.

A crashing noise from the hall drew her attention and she slithered out to see a rider knocking everything around. He had emerged from the armory, and seemed to walk around as though drunk. Daz watched him for a moment before shifting into a human form to speak to him. She didn't want to be yelled at this early in the morning.

"Are you drunk? Why are making such a mess?" she asked, pretending to care about this human's actions.

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