"Ignore him. He's trying to intimidate you on purpose."
But Oren would not be persuaded. He continued to prostrate himself before the two dragons inside the nest chamber, face to the stone and arms outstretched. His hair had grown long enough now that it could splay out over the ground, and had it always been that lovely shade of light brown? Vica sighed. For such a sharp-tongued little man, he was still - just a boy.
"Oren, I'm serious. Stand up." She reached down to tug on the back of his cloak again, then shot the dragon a dirty glare where he lay curled up against the rear wall of the cave. "Well? You tell him!"
Tell him what?
Dragons were regal creatures, she thought mockingly. So, so regal and dignified. Not at all the attention-starved, pompous creature that he was putting on a
