snapped.
“The Dragon King decided to call up the wizards, witches, mages, and sorceress es from Somnio . T hey will be crawling all over the Endless F orest by nightfall,” Zerah said, ignoring me. “ I thought you’d want to know. After all, who knows. One of them might set their sights on your princess,” Zerah said with a harsh laugh.
The silver dragon dipped his head before elegantly walking away from us. I frowned as he unfolded his wings and prepared for flight.
“GOOD BYE ZERAH!” I shouted with all of my power just as Zerah began to leap into the air.
I shocked Zera h, who tripped over his own paws and nearly went crashing to the ground. He turned to glare at me. I smiled and waved in return.
Zerah muttered under his breath before righting himself and taking off, upsetting the meadow as he beat his giant wings.
Azmaveth growled in his throat. “I don’t know whether you’re extremely foolish, extremely brave, or just suicidal ,” he said as Zerah disappeared in the sky.
“Just because he has terrible manners doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try to extend a common courtesy ,” I said as Azmaveth stood up. He snagged the flower basket with a claw and awkwardly passed it up to me.
“You’re so unpredictable,” he grumbled as he started to move. His gate was relaxed and smooth as I clung to his forehead.
“ I think he’s crabby because he doesn’t have any friends. He must be lonley ,” I announced as Azmaveth left the meadow and plunged into the forest.
“What on earth makes you say—,” Azmaveth started. He abruptly halted and sniffed the air before twisting his giant head to gaze behind us.
On the very edge of the meadow was a young mage with brown hair and sky blue robes. He was watching Azmaveth, myself, and my flower crown with keen interest.
Azmaveth rolled his eyes and con tinued on as the mage trailed us. “ Oh bother. It’s one of those dum b wizards Zerah was talking about,” Azmaveth said, loud en ough for the young man to hear. “Don’t worry, they wouldn’t dare hurt anyone here. But they can be extremely annoying , over enthusiastic, and they tend to get underfoot,” h e said as he left the forest, flicking his tail like a cat.
We continued to chat as Azmaveth carried me back to the cave. O nce we reach ed our d en I slipped off Azmaveth’s giant head , landing on the ground with a grunt. As I dusted myself off I noticed the wizard had followed us home. He met my gaze before scuttling back into the forest.
Azmaveth had not noticed the exchange and was rambling about all the useful things he co uld do with the Ever Blossoms. He went inside the den as I gave a sigh of e xasperation and followed him. Azmaveth ambled on to his lab, still babbling about the flowers, and I finished my previous task of sweeping out the main tunnel.
Just as I finished I mentally cursed, remembering that I had yet to check for the day’s mail.
Out of all the ideas, incredible and not so incredible, that dragons have come up with the concept of mail has to be the dumbest. Dragons have this stupid little system that allows them to pass messages and le tters to each other every day. Ten dragons take these messages and de liver them to whomever you want. A ll you have to do is stick them in your mail hole, which is basically a hole in the ground. It’s a ll very useless if you ask me. I mean it’s never like they send anything important! Azmaveth once received a letter from Shammah that described his afternoon tea in great detail. Pointless. Completely pointless.
I walked up our long driveway, (Believe me, it’s really long. I have to walk up it every day. ) pulled back the stone that covered our mail hole, and peered in. A few letters were in there . I snatched them up before covering the hole and walking back home .
I was nosily looking at the addresses on the envelopes , so I didn ’t watch where I was going and walked s traight into a something hard . I tore my eyes away from the
“The Dragon King decided to call up the wizards, witches, mages, and sorceress es from Somnio . T hey will be crawling all over the Endless F orest by nightfall,” Zerah said, ignoring me. “ I thought you’d want to know. After all, who knows. One of them might set their sights on your princess,” Zerah said with a harsh laugh.
The silver dragon dipped his head before elegantly walking away from us. I frowned as he unfolded his wings and prepared for flight.
“GOOD BYE ZERAH!” I shouted with all of my power just as Zerah began to leap into the air.
I shocked Zera h, who tripped over his own paws and nearly went crashing to the ground. He turned to glare at me. I smiled and waved in return.
Zerah muttered under his breath before righting himself and taking off, upsetting the meadow as he beat his giant wings.
Azmaveth growled in his throat. “I don’t know whether you’re extremely foolish, extremely brave, or just suicidal ,” he said as Zerah disappeared in the sky.
“Just because he has terrible manners doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try to extend a common courtesy ,” I said as Azmaveth stood up. He snagged the flower basket with a claw and awkwardly passed it up to me.
“You’re so unpredictable,” he grumbled as he started to move. His gate was relaxed and smooth as I clung to his forehead.
“ I think he’s crabby because he doesn’t have any friends. He must be lonley ,” I announced as Azmaveth left the meadow and plunged into the forest.
“What on earth makes you say—,” Azmaveth started. He abruptly halted and sniffed the air before twisting his giant head to gaze behind us.
On the very edge of the meadow was a young mage with brown hair and sky blue robes. He was watching Azmaveth, myself, and my flower crown with keen interest.
Azmaveth rolled his eyes and con tinued on as the mage trailed us. “ Oh bother. It’s one of those dum b wizards Zerah was talking about,” Azmaveth said, loud en ough for the young man to hear. “Don’t worry, they wouldn’t dare hurt anyone here. But they can be extremely annoying , over enthusiastic, and they tend to get underfoot,” h e said as he left the forest, flicking his tail like a cat.
We continued to chat as Azmaveth carried me back to the cave. O nce we reach ed our d en I slipped off Azmaveth’s giant head , landing on the ground with a grunt. As I dusted myself off I noticed the wizard had followed us home. He met my gaze before scuttling back into the forest.
Azmaveth had not noticed the exchange and was rambling about all the useful things he co uld do with the Ever Blossoms. He went inside the den as I gave a sigh of e xasperation and followed him. Azmaveth ambled on to his lab, still babbling about the flowers, and I finished my previous task of sweeping out the main tunnel.
Just as I finished I mentally cursed, remembering that I had yet to check for the day’s mail.
Out of all the ideas, incredible and not so incredible, that dragons have come up with the concept of mail has to be the dumbest. Dragons have this stupid little system that allows them to pass messages and le tters to each other every day. Ten dragons take these messages and de liver them to whomever you want. A ll you have to do is stick them in your mail hole, which is basically a hole in the ground. It’s a ll very useless if you ask me. I mean it’s never like they send anything important! Azmaveth once received a letter from Shammah that described his afternoon tea in great detail. Pointless. Completely pointless.
I walked up our long driveway, (Believe me, it’s really long. I have to walk up it every day. ) pulled back the stone that covered our mail hole, and peered in. A few letters were in there . I snatched them up before covering the hole and walking back home .
I was nosily looking at the addresses on the envelopes , so I didn ’t watch where I was going and walked s traight into a something hard . I tore my eyes away from the
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