Dragons are not, by and large, subtle creatures. When a dragon takes a nap, areas downwind of them become several degrees colder for the next hundred years or so. When one takes a shine to a shiny, they immediately grab it and toss it onto their hoard. And when one gets angry… Well, your typical dragon tends to be rather straightforward about that as well. Blazingly so, even.
Dragons, as a rule, are not subtle. A dragon, though, can be as subtle as they please. A dragon can be clever enough to make their magical fire do more than just burn things. A dragon can be subtle enough to charm the contents right out of your pockets, safes, and vaults and into their hoard, and have you thank them for the service. A dragon could even be bright enough to use the magic of friendship to become the Dragonlord, beating out countless dragons that were physically stronger.
The draconic tongue has a name for such a dragon of subtlety. It literally translates to Cunning Optimist, but it better translates to Stark Raving Nuts.
And now such a Cunning Optimist was in possession of the Bloodstone Scepter, and she had no intention of giving it up any time soon.
No, this nutter had plans.
Ok, I laughed hard enough at the intro that you earned a like just based on that.
Shouldn't "bloodstone scepter" be capitalized for consistency with the rest of the fic?
For the record, transliterate does not mean translate literally, but rather, to translate the letters into a different writing system. So what this is saying is that the phrase is actually pronounced "Cunning Optimist" in the draconic tongue, but they use different letters.
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Blast it all, you're right. I'll have to go and fix that...
For the Hoard! (hey, somebody had to say it in the first chapter)
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I'm more surprised nobody's made the "Whoever smelt it" joke.
So... Ember is seen as a dragon equivalent to a Crazy Eddie? (The alien, not the store). That fits far to well.