The dragoness was human, but no less a dragoness. Much had been written elsewhere of the nature of dragonkind. Much of it is wrong. Dragons are not, as a species, creatures of evil bent upon wanton slaughter; nor are they merely great winged lizards asleep upon mounds of treasure. They are neither elemental forces of nature nor repositories of supernatural wisdom.
Mostly they are individuals. The essential nature of one may vary widely from that of the next.
There are, however, certain assertions that may truthfully be made of dragons as a species. They tend to be acquisitive, vengeful, jealous of their lands and possessions and surpassingly fierce in their defense.
Though slow to anger, they can be extremely dangerous when roused, and none more so than a dragoness defending her young. In these ways, dragon kind is very like humankind.
This is why the dragoness could be human, but no less a dragoness.
The dragoness had lived her life according to the custom of her kind; she patiently oversaw her possessions, slowly extending their borders by gradual effort over many years. She tended her flocks, and added to her wealth by the occasional raid upon an unwary neibor.
She kept almost entirely to herslf; she had little intrest in the events of the wider world, and so would likely have never entered this story, save for that one raid of vengence, upon her most hated enemy--she had taken the childe of the river.
the child of the river was pursed by the god of dust and ashes.
And thus the dragoness became part of this story.
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Cronicles of one of the Fallen
An account from one of the few who flew with the grace of God,
Challenged the sun, and was burned from the Heavens
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a breeze that smelled of wide-open spaces, of limitless skies and bright sun, of ice and high mountains.
It was the wind from the dark angels wings.