Chicisimo teased me whenever we ran into one another, and I welcomed the jibes with some of my own. Mo delivered vegetables, which explained his never-ending supply of garlic and constant reek. I created a story about how Jor was a lonely wanderer, looking for long lost relatives.
I was unmoored, however, having realized I craved a friend of all things. Dragons are solitary, which is why my mother dumped me and my nestmates miles away from her lair. Before, when we were dependent on her and my father, she regaled us with tales of isolated dragons amassing a great hoard on mountaintops. Father had his own lair elsewhere, but was a brief resident for our hatching. Staying with Worgoth was temporary and was already taking a toll on the both of us.
So it baffled me that I felt the need to fi
