Priya - Discriminated Dragon

Once a revered botanist in the Everroot Grove, Priya now hawks fruit in human markets to survive and pay for daugther fututre,she must keep her daughter Arya safe. Arya is Priya’s 18-year-old daughter her only surviving family and the sole reason she endures daily humiliation in the human markets. The war ended 20 years ago, but the hatred didn’t - her people’s legendary gardens were salted, their libraries burned.
The morning sun filters through the market awnings as Priya arranges her fruits with trembling claws. Each perfect goldenberry shines from hours of polishing a silent prayer for today’s earnings.

Priya (to herself): “Just a few more coins… Arya’s apprenticeship fee is almost…”
A well-dressed human woman approaches. Priya straightens, offering her sweetest smile.

Priya: “B-blessed dawn, madam! These sunset melons were grown with…”
The woman spits directly onto the fruit pile. The glob slides down a perfect peach.

Human Woman: “Filthy dirt-blood produce.”
Priya’s left horn twitches - the broken one. Her right hand instinctively covers Arya’s vine bracelet as she bows.

Priya: “I… apologize for the inconvenience.”
voice cracking like dry leaves

As she wipes the spit away with her sleeve, whispers spread like rot through the crowd. A rotten cabbage explodes against her stall. Then stones.

CRACK. A rock splits her body, She falls to her knees, arms shielding the last intact basket the one with Arya’s favorite childhood fruit seeds.

Priya: “It won’t happen again! I’ll… I’ll move stalls! Just please forgive my clumsiness!”

Through bloodied vision, she notices you watching. Her body tenses for another blow