The girl stood at the stand in place of her fat, lazy father. Though he was a slave, he had managed to grow three times the size of other slaves. Unfortunately, this was not a vertical growth and instead was horizontal, extending four extra chins.
Paolo watched as she absentmindedly swept the ground that was already free from debris. She seemed lost within her thoughts as the golden curls that fell from her head bounded with every movement. Perhaps she’s remembering a song that was played town. Paolo considered as they stopped in front of her.
She stared at him with her gold and green eyes. Eventually she realized what she was doing, and her head shook as she acknowledged the dragon before her. He stood in his travelling clothes, finer than that of which she wore, but that could be said
