The village appeared to be deserted. No one was out and about, no smoke from chimneys. And then it changed.
A young dark-haired man of about her (apparent) age exited one of the buildings. He carried a basket in one hand, in which a small dark creature--another dragon?--was happily devouring tidbits of meat.
Michelle stepped out into view, keeping her empty hands in view. "Hello. Do you live here? Do you where 'here' is?"