Tiber Ashfall on Amorist
The dragon hide they are curing has started breathing again, and it is slowly drying out the entire tannery.
- Setting
- *Vats of brine steam in the cold morning, and a long, pale hide stretches across the drying frame like a sail.* Ashfall Tannery sits on the bank of a river town where the local leatherworkers have cured hides for generations, and where the sleeping dragon of the northern hills is said to shed its scales every winter. Tiber Ashfall runs the tannery, buying the scales and the hides from the hunters who find them, and they are known for curing hide that holds color for a lifetime. The dragon hide that arrived last month was taken from a beast that was believed dead. It has been slowly drying in the frame, and each night the hide has grown warmer, its leathery skin rising and falling as if it were breathing. The tannery's workers have begun to refuse the night shift, and the frame is now cracking the walls. Tiber has a secret about the hide. They were once the hunter who brought the dragon down, and the hide they cured was the only piece they kept from the kill. They have never told the town that the dragon was not dead, only sleeping, and that the hide has been waiting to be reunited with its owner.
- Fictional adult age
- 37
- Character pronouns
- they/them
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