Chapter 22. Flow
Ferrari stepped to the door, fluttering his feathers dry. A hint of black showed underneath his blue and green feathers. She recalculated his age to seven which was when a dragon usually molted into adult plumage.
"He's close to molting. This isn't a good time of year to be traveling up here with him. If he molts, you're not going anywhere," Tempura said.
Ferrari bowed his head to Nona who stepped aside to give him room. He squeezed past her. Tempura followed.
"Molt?" the man said.
She glanced back to see the man also following, but he kept looking back at Nona.
"Do you know anything about dragons?” Tempura said, stopping and turning toward him.
He stopped.
She wondered if he was getting dizzy trying to watch where he was going and trying to watch Nona. His he
