Coins Please?

It was warm, lazy summer night, the kind when insects would be in your ears, but the warmth and slight breeze too gay to not enjoy. Tall thickets grew around and surrounded a very tiny, slim rocky cave in the ground, some rounded, purplish rocks surrounding the entrance. An old, stone path led to the cave's entrance, the path being eroded and worn from time, ice, and snow, with tiny mosses growing in between the  several nooks and crannies. A lone, blue, reptilian creature walked on this path, approaching the hole. He was stocky, rather chubby, with an orange and brownish gas being produced from his rump and head, the gas swirling and gently mixing into each other like wisps.

"Minak? Hello?" Folke called out as he cautiously sat on one of the smooth rocks nearby the entrance of the cavern.

A hiss emitted which scared him slightly so he fell on his back while on the rock. He should of expected that, but her hiss always got to him. "Yes, Folke?" a deep yet lustrous and feminine voice replied.

"Just dropping by to make sure you hadn't died," he replied, getting up and shaking his head as they moved the wisps. He readjusted himself on the rock and peered down.

"Oh, well I'm sure you came for more than just that. You always do," the mysterious voice replied back, it slightly echoing from the cave.

In an instance, the skinny head of a dragon popped up, her face being purple with silted, yellow eyes, a crown of curved horns on the back of her face. Perhaps the oddest feature was an elongated, lovely unicorn-like horn a top her head, laced around with a light blue ribbon-like marking. Quills were visible on her neck, and she snorted out once more, "So what is it Folke? Please say your actual reasoning for coming here."

"What do you think I came to ask for, hm?" Folke pouted, looking back some.

Minak emerged more from the cavern, quills running down her purple back and sharp, short arms with sharp finger-nailed hands adorned with gold bracelets on her arms. She gave him a demanding look, pinning her large ears back and waiting.

"Finnee.. I want some coins to get some food, I lost the other ones you gave me," he finally said back rather annoyed.

"Again?" she merely asked calmly, not really happy he was always loosing the precious loot in her stash she'd taken years to collect, but she ignored the urge to decline him which was ever so strong, and went on, "...But fine! Just don't loose it this time. And repay me when you get the coins; you're always loosing them."

She emerged back down in the cave. It was dark, but she could see just fine. Minak thought for a moment, making slight whimpering noises as she reconsidered her thoughts. That fool, Folke, always loosing her coins.. they were apart of her precious loot after all! Then again, she tried not to be as greedy and selfish as other dragons, which in turn gave her the benefit of friends whom she liked, as dragons were typically left alone. But this was her hoard, and her gold, and her coins!

While she was making the noises thinking out this one, tiny decision, Folke just looked down there curiously. He blushed slightly but shook it off and impatiently asked, "Well can I have some or not!?"

"Take them, quickly, before I reconsider my thought," Minak quickly hissed to him, spitting up some coins at him, "Now leave, you bumbling fool!"

Folke did so, he knew what it was like to be around a grumpy dragoness and it was not fun, so he giddy took off with the five coins.

Minak snorted and watched as he left along the rugged path. Part of her was upset she did it, but she tuned that out and quietly slipped back into her warm cavern. She curled a top the  pile of slipping coins, jewels, gemstones, geodes, other various metallic and shiny objects and books, lot of books, and sighed. She let off an annoyed sigh and waited until he was gone before emerging from the cave to enjoy the rarest of all days there could ever be on the Easturn Mountain.