“Take a deep breath, then exhale… Billy, you can slow down a bit!”
Under a giant tree with broad, crimson leaves, Winters lay prone on the ground, while opposite him, Witt and the others lined up, adjusting their breathing.
However, the colorful world around them was, to these five little dragons, just...dragons.
They were always unconsciously drawn to the small, round dragons and other smaller dragons passing by.
“Those are Papi Dragons, Witt, but I hope you focus on your breathing, not on theirs. They won't let you use your dragon breath!”
Hearing this, Witt blushed, but fortunately, dragon skin is thick and covered with scales, so no one could see his embarrassment! “Sorry Winters, but they’re so interesting! They’re Papi Dragons, right? I saw them feeding on flowers!”
As he spoke
