He bounded into the Bowl, running in wide circles over and over and over again. Bren trailed behind, not yet willing to tell Tuinunuth to slow down. No matter what he said now, the dragon would learn caution regarding such things far too quickly.
Eventually the hatchling paused, sitting upright with his back legs flopping off to one side. It seemed to be his preferred way to lounge, relaxed and perky all at once. Sgailth? Are you busy? How are you doing?
Shaddaling
