Anairë liked the park, she truly did. It was a place where children should be playing, where the birds sang, and sometimes she would even speak to the trees, although most of them were so deeply asleep that she doubted they even heard her. Still, it was a relaxing sort of place, and close enough to town that hopefully if the monster did decide to attack her, someone would come to her aid.
She had been a bit nervous to come here, in truth. Her stomach was in knots and she kept wringing her hands as she sat on the bench, holding a small picnic basket tightly in her hands. When she had heard the word dragon, all she could think about was the news she had received about Turukáno's death, and how a dragon had ravaged her son's city and taken his life. And that pain would never go away, even if her son was alive again, in this place.
She saw the dragon flying over head and trembled slightly, looking around for the rider, who certainly was close. She was not looking forward to this meeting, and hoped that it would end quickly.