What is your treasure? What is it that you cherish above all else? I ask this of you, my wonderful dragon, with your eyes aflame. As you loom over me like a final answer. Is it these trinkets you scatter so freely? Perhaps you place your value in things that glisten and shine? No, no, that cannot be it, for you yourself shine too brightly to ignore.

Can I delve deeper? Do you mind? I can see something sparkling in the depths behind your ancient gaze. Are these memories and secrets your treasure? Is that why you bury them so deep? Oh no! I've made you weep, are you laughing? Or crying?

I trespassed, forgive me. Perhaps the secrets lie hidden in plain sight? A pattern just for you. Is the weaving of this twisted skein your pleasure, a fulfilment, centuries in the making? Do you enjoy the sight of me, and other mortals numberless, dancing to and fro at the command of your hidden beat? Your laughter wounds and yet emboldens me. I am close I know, but I have missed your heart.

There then! Straight to your core. You love, I know. No matter how alien, I have seen your bonds. I have borne witness to the sacrifices you have made, scarred upon your hide and soul. Is this it? Are your kin that precious? Or maybe it is another love, how close do you hold your partner? Your better half, your 'more than'? Does it burn even you? So fierce and untamed, the passions that two shielded hearts conceal.

Ah I see... You have tired of my prattle. Pray tell then, what would you ask of me? What is my hoard? My secret treasure? Mine is the remnants of those who tried to take from me and left only their bones.