You knock on the wide door of the small manor, and open the door. The walls are covered in shiny baubles, precious and mundane jewels, portraits, bits of colored glasses, mirrors. You see yourself reflected from twenty directions and colors. Pillows, furniture, and indecipherable equipment surround the room, their proportions and features built for a large creature with no hands; bulky handles that can be grasped by hind claws or teeth, wildly spaced buttons that can be hit by a thumb claw. You walk through the manor's disproportionately wide corridors, towards where the wyvern is waiting. You come to a wide double door, gently opening it and sliding through the gap.. and there he is.

Majestic. He is laying on his side, framed in an opening in the cave, his airship docked for refit in the distant. He is draped in glittering silver metal (Silver? Platinum? You can never tell the difference). His bright eyes snap to you, fine chains on his frills softly tinkling, and above it you can feel him listening to you with his echolocation. A soft smirk of sharp fangs.

Wonderful piece by <3