CHAPTER 8
Conal
Conal craned his head back to stared into a pair of coal bright eyes high above him. “Uh… where’s Bryok?” he managed to say.
“He keeps watch over my hiding spot while I am here,” Krag replied. “A wise precaution, don’t you think?”
“Certainly,” Conal answered, still in awe as he took in the size of the beast, “especially from the way things have been going around here lately.”
“Lately?” Krag snorted a dismissive laugh.
“Well… maybe longer than that,” Conal sheepishly admitted before blurting, “what kind of dragon are you?”
The question surprised, yet pleased Krag. “I am a forest dragon.”
“Wish it was daylight so I could see you better.”
“I can see you just fine,” Krag replied with a hint of humor.
“That’s because you can see in the dark.”
Again, Krag was surprised
