Ember looked out over the dragon lands, pride swelling in her chest. Now, she was the Dragon Lord, and that land was now under her rule. The waters around the land were peacefully flowing, and the dragons seemed to all be happy.
Granted, Ember was still quite nervous about being the new Dragon Lord. What if she did something wrong? What if the other dragons didn't approve of her? This budding stress started to rest on her shoulders. She desperately wished that she had a good friend like Spike in the dragon lands.
Ember let out a groan before spreading her wings, letting the wind hit them for a moment. She had spent most, if not all, of the morning listening to her father tell her how to be a good Dragon Lord, observing her land, and stressing out about what to do first with her new role.
She jumped up into the refreshing breeze and started to flap her wings. She flapped them harder, causing her to fly faster. She passed by many dragons, giving them a friendly look. She wanted to help spread friendship throughout the dragon lands, and she had recently been asking Princess Twilight for help with that task. She gave pretty good advice, like making eye contact and striking up pleasant conversations, but Ember wasn't so sure how to become friends with another dragon who isn't interested.
Ember landed on one of the mountains, looking at all the other dragons her age talk. She decided to maybe make some friends. Well, them being friendly is an entirely different story. They would probably shrug her off, and say that dragons don't do friendship, just like she used to say. That was what she always heard when she was younger; parents were not hesitant to sear that saying in their children's minds. Now, Ember wanted to change that. She just didn't know where to start.
As she approached a large group of dragons, she noticed a few males tail-wrestling. They all seemed to have very large egos, and Ember decided that she didn't want to socialize with them. She turned and started to leave.
As she was walking away, she heard a masculine voice calling her name from behind. She turned her head towards them.
"Yes?" She replied as she stepped a few paces closer. She then saw a red and yellow dragon, who was easily distinguished as Garble, emerge from the crowd.
"Why don't you come tail-wrestle with us? You are the new Dragon Lord, after all," he proposed as the other males nodded their heads in agreement. Ember shook her head.
"I'm sorry, but I have some other... Dragon Lord business to take care of," she said as she started to walk away, hoping they wouldn't tell her to come back.
"Oh, are you telling us that the new Dragon Lord is too wimpy to tail-wrestle?" One of the dragons asked in a teasing voice as spouts of laughter were heard from the other males. Ember whipped around, glaring at them.
"That's not what I said! I just don't feel like doing that right now!" Ember retorted.
The males laughed again. "Well, I guess we know how wimpy our new Dragon Lord is!" One of the other dragons remarked as they all laughed again. Ember's eyes burned with anger as she flew forward, right in front of the males.
"I'm sorry, but I am your new Dragon Lord, and I demand respect!" Ember commanded, internally happy she had dominance over them. They stopped laughing in an instant. When the Dragon Lord gives a command, it's in every dragon's nature to obey.
Ember grunted and tilted her head up, turning around. "Now, if you'll excuse me-"
"You're hot." A voice which Ember could distinguish as Garble's said. Ember turned around to find Garble close to her, lowering his eyelids. She backed away, looking offended.
"A-as your new Dragon Lord, I prohibit you from calling me that!" She commanded. Garble rolled his eyes.
"Why would you want to shut out the truth?" He asked as he put his face closer to hers.
Ember backed up. "And why are you suddenly being so... flirty with me after you nearly beat me up yesterday?"
Garble quickly took her claw in his. "I already told you. You're... really... eh... you commanded me to not use that word. But... that's what you are!"
Ember shook her head and turned around. "I don't have time for this."
"But I will always have time for you, my princess~."
Ember turned around again. "You're really sick, you know that? When exactly did you start liking me?"
Garble held out his claw and started counting on his fingers. "Uh... about... twenty-three hours ago?"
Ember rolled her eyes. "I hope this isn't how you're gonna try to pick up whatever female dragon you find yourself liking."
Garble put his claws on his hips. "Hey! This is how Fizzle got his girlfriend!"
Ember stepped away. "That's beside the point. If you want a dragon like me, that's not how you go about it."
Garble gave her puppy dog eyes. "But... can't you just let your beautiful smile shine for a minute while talking to me? Please?"
Ember glared daggers into Garble. "If I have to tell you to knock it off one more time, I'm gonna-"
"Oh, I promise to act better towards you if you go on a date with me."
Ember shook her head angrily. "No! I will never!"
Garble raised an eyebrow. "And why not?"
Ember now rose into the air, her wings furiously pumping. "Because you hurt me and my friend, that's why!"
Garble blinked.
Ember folded her arms. "You could have killed Spike! Do you think I would go out with someone who could have seriously injured my friend?!"
Garble gulped, weakly holding one arm up. "Erm..."
"I wouldn't. Now, good day to you. And I command you as Dragon Lord to never hit on me like that again!" She strictly commanded as she flew away.
As Garble watched her fly away, he felt a claw on his shoulder. He turned to find Fizzle standing behind him.
"Uh... well, man, you tried."
Garble glared daggers into him. "I thought you said your method would work!"
Fizzle nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Apparently... not on a Dragon Lord."
Garble rolled his eyes. "No kidding. Fizzle, I'm never trusting you with personal matters like this again. And I mean it this time."