Aza's First Battle: Fire and Sword

From a tender age, Azarya new she was just a wee bit different. For starters, her mother was a gold dragon of all things! Much to the surprise of her parents, she was born with strikingly elven features, save for the flecks of gold scales shimmering along her skin. Well, that and the fact that she could breathe fire before she could talk. Luckily her parents knew how to handle fire, being smithies as they were. Her parents taught her to melt and reforge weapons with ease, in and out of the forge. Her father taught her to harness it to forge strong weapons and armor, while her mother taught her to use her fire breath for battle, alongside her sword.

Though as hard as they tried, neither could prepare her for this, a battle with a slime! She has no clue what her fire might do to the creature, if it would heal it more than harm it. If it would explode taking out everything within a radius, she included. Against her better judgment, she charged at the slime, sword drawn, a constant flame spewing from her lips, steam from her nostrils, well ready to accept any outcome of this battle.