As a dragon, I find this romantic as fuck AADIFTRAF

Ashen Hair, Scar On His Neck

Oh, the streets of New York, they stink. The glorious summer sky above is the only good sight in these stinking grooves they dare call roads. As he walked down the street, the passers-by eyed him with suspicion, he has clean hair, nice clothes and yet he walks through here all alone? Is he lost?

No, he's not. He's looking for someone.

He barely saw the alley, it was so narrow it looked like a mere gap between the two buildings. I suppose that is exactly what an alley is, but it's barely big enough to squeeze through. Yeah, good job, those nice clothes were sure a brilliant idea.

He went through the alley and happened upon a small courtyard of an apartment complex. It was obvious that nobody lived here, there were no signs of everyday life, only crates, chests and a few unfriendly looking fellas who stared at him like he was stark naked.

"Who are you?"

"Who's asking?"

".... Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for someone. Is the boy who sells weed here?"

"There aren't 'nuff drug dealers uptown?"

"What he has is better, believe it or not."

The fellas looked at each other and silently agreed to keep the boy safe. "Noone knows where he is most of the time. And ya better leave 'fore boss gets 'ere."

"Well, thank you then." He bowed and turned back.

...

"Isn't this a bit much for one person?" Valkyon asked from the young woman. The sunshine filtering through the ruins gave just enough light for their keen dragon eyes to see.

"We're out of town for a few weeks. Thought I'd stack up." She said, counting her coins. "Here you go baby."

He nodded and took the money before handing her the jar. "Don't break it while you travel, it's a pain in the ass to get new ones."

"Alright, alright..." She didn't say anything, but she wasn't leaving either.

"No, I don't sell that anymore. Stop lookin' at me like that."

"It's not that, I just can't believe you grew up so fast! I thought you'd stay small and cute."

He crossed his arms. "Stop."

"How can you ask that of me? I helped raise you."

He sighed. "Who's takin care of the forge?"

"Tobaþar, of course."

"He's not goin?"

"No, but you know how he is."

"Hmm."

"He's a lot like you, 'cept yous a real charmer!" She smiled at him. "Well, I should go. Bye sweetheart!"

"Bye!" He sat down on the soft moss and waited for his next customer. It started to rain, but he didn't want to go home, so he found himself shelter under a cliff.

...

He walked the dirty streets all the way to the main road where he gave a few coins to a beggar.

"You happen to know where the boy with ashen hair and a scar on his neck is? I need to find him."

"Dunno him." The beggar said, comfortably sitting in their foldable camping chair.

The man leaned in. "I need to find him."

The beggar looked around and whispered. "His brother will eat you whole, you don't want any trouble." The man bared his fangs. "Vampire? Interestin."

"Nobody will look for you, so you better talk."