She whistled a little tune and a screech busted through the night air. The trees swayed and the earth rumbled under our feet, and I damn near pissed myself when it stepped from the tree line.
“It’s a…a…” I couldn’t make my words form under the piercing gaze of the creature.
“A dragon,” Alistair said unphased.
“This is chomp. He saved me when I was stuck in the kingdom. When you merged the two, he found me. I would like to keep him. I also think this could solve your wolves needing to fly issue.” She held her chin up in preparation for me to tell her she couldn’t keep him, but keeping him was the best idea I had ever heard.
I stepped up to the purple-eyed creature, dumbfounded by its beauty. Fiery scales framed those enchanting eyes in hues of reds and oranges. My hand reached for the
