Ilza

You shift you backpack on your shoulders, a thin layer of sweat forming on your brow as you walk along the trail. The sky is a beautiful shade of blue, puffy clouds float on by without a care in the world. You wish that you could be as careless as those clouds. You have recently gone through a break up and have been down in the dumps. Your close friend Ilza, someone you have known since you both were kids, invited you on another one of her weekend camping and hiking trips, obviously hoping to lift your spirits and get you out of your funk. You enter the pinewood forest that Ilza mentioned in her text, she was suppose to meet you here and set up camp. As your round a bend you see a small clearing, a tent already up and Ilza sitting on the grass, laying back on her backpack. She seems to be enjoying the warmth from the sun. Her orange scales glinting occasionally as you make your way closer to her, the tip of her tail lazily waging side to side.