Dragon Sparks and Heroic Hiccups

Okay, picture this: Im Zephyr, the coolest dragon in Eryndor, zooming through a volcanos tunnels like a spark with attitude. My scales are popping-sunset-orange, thank you very much-and Im dodging lava spurts that smell like burnt dreams. Behind me, Kael, my pet human (he thinks hes in charge, adorable), is screaming like a fae who lost their glitter stash. Brynnas yelling orders, Talons flapping his dumb polka-dot wings, and Tugs... well, Tugs being Tug, tripping over his own feet and waving that ridiculous lollipop club. Were in the Drakefang Mountains, chasing this Aether Core thingy for the Doom Widget, which is either a world-ender or the galaxys fanciest party popper. Spoiler: Im betting on popper. Lets back up, because this mess? Totally Kaels fault.