Dusty, Brynjar, Leora and Sigurd made it to the forest, away from the others. It was beginning to get dark, so they set up a big fire in the center where the trees and bushes were no longer near. As they sat there, talking, Leora turned her attention to Sigurd, who was so busy playing with the flames.
“Does it hurt?” She asked him, trying to make conversation.
Sigurd lifted his eyes up to hers and shook his head. Leora watched as Sigurd’s dragonscales appeared just from the flames burning his skin off. Leora reached forward to the touch the flames, but snatched her hand back as soon as the flames touched her fingertips.
“Ouch!” She shouted, clutching her fingers.
“Ha, you’re not like us.” Dusty told her.
“I can see.” Leora chuckled, turning to her brother. “What if we all were like E
