Ajax
I gather food to take to the mountain, asking the servers if they can pack it in a flight-safe bag. Since there are so many of us who have a dragon form, they’ve created insulated bags that keep food hot or cold during flights.
While I wait, I look around, saying hello to friends. I notice that there is a lot more growling from the dragons tonight, probably because the elves all have that covetous look in their eyes. That’s how it always is when an elf claims a dragon, even if that elf is a hybrid. It’s the same with the werewolves, but they have the packhouse where they eat. Here, we’re stuck with the arrogant elves after a claim.
“Going somewhere, Ajax?” one of the elves asks as he walks up to get food.
“None of your business, Nesterin,” I say, more unfriendly than usual. The dr
