[ WP ] Dragons are real , and they love talking to humans . Describe how one would start

Oh, I wrote something like this the other day. I love dragons!: D 
 
 Tears streaked from the corners of Edmund ’ s eyes, the beating of Raven ’ s gargantuan wings along with her rapid descent created so much wind that he could hardly take in a breath. His legs held fast to her scaled neck, his lithe body pressed close. Horns sharp enough to impale a man protruding from the back of her skull served as his hand holds as they banked. The tips of Raven ’ s claws skimmed the water before she reared up, throwing her hind legs forward into a jolting landing onto the beach. 
 
 
 Edmund clambered down onto the sand and sprawled out, enjoying the sun-heated earth and the rays beating down on him. Raven was in a similar state. He had to chuckle at how similar they had become. He wondered who she would choose to fly with her when he was dead and gone, and felt a sudden pang of sharp jealousy. Would they call her Raven? He thought back on the day he first saw her, flying high above the pastures he grew up on, circling in search of a fat calf or a grazing buck. 
 
 
 He had thought she was an enormous black bird. Lower and lower she flew, Edmund frozen in fear as what he thought was a raven grew in size before his eyes into an enormous reptile, tar black scales each catching the sunlight, gleaming. She landed before him, snatching up a lamb into her jaws and engulfing it. She was regal, and terrifying. 
 
 
 Her knowing eyes bored into him, considering. Edmund stood stock-still for what seemed an era, awaiting those jaws to crunch his bones. Who would harvest the grain this year? Who would cut the wood for winter? A thousand such trifles cascaded through his mind as he awaited death. The dragon took one step forward, then another. Edmund felt his soul exposed, a level of nudity he had never experienced. At last she stood before him, her reptilian stench filling all his senses, and she lowered her head. 
 
 
 Fear coursed through Edmund ’ s body as his hand moved on its own accord, gliding over the intricate scaling on her brow. He felt more than heard her words. *Mine. * 

