Sage
The dragon lifted its mighty skull up from the ground, and turned its immense bulk gracefully about so that its belly was firmly planted on the ground. A great mass of vegetative vines rose up from the ground to lift Eruraviel up before the great beast's face, gently wrapping themselves about her every joint and curve. The hot, acidic breath of the dragon washed over her in a heady mix that threatened to leave the captive dizzy.
'I shall not be tamed, nor spoiled into useless indolence! I shall owe no debt to any being.'
And yet, it did not seek to remove the wreathe of flowers from its neck. After a moment of careful staring it pressed its snout against Eruraviel's body.
'And yet I find myself in agreement with your temptations, Eruraviel. In return for your aid in understanding the ways of this human world, and in defending our forest, I shall be your... pet. For now.'