A little more dragony goodness!

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Derlin spent the rest of the day scrubbing down dragons and learning their quirks. His throat hurt from constant singing. Once the dragons learned Derlin could hold a tune they didn’t let him spend more than a few minutes at a time in silence.

Luckily the dragon riders didn’t return before Derlin had to leave. As a group they were too distracting. He couldn’t concentrate on the dragons if the riders were making his body react to their presence.

Opening his front door Derlin smiled at the sight that greeted him.

The baby dragon fluttering around the small house bumped and rolled across the floor. Luckily Boni didn’t breathe fire yet.

“Hey Sprout,” Derlin greeted the little beast.

Derlin

The dragon sounded like a small child in his head a refreshing change from the serious older dragons.

Derlin crouched down as the little dragon ran over to him snorting happily.

He snuggled the little creature close. One day Boni would get as large as the dragons Derlin scrubbed. Derlin’s uncle raised dragons for the riders and he’d given Boni to Derlin as a birthday present last year when the little creature was born with a crumpled wing. Boni would never be a flyer but a sweeter beast never took a stumbling, uncoordinated step.

“Hungry?”

Boni nodded against Derlin’s chest. Standing, Derlin lifted the dragon with him when he stood. “Let’s get you those nuggets.”

Derlin walked over to the kitchen and pulled out a packet of special dragon food. One handed he set the food down on the counter, grabbed a bowl and poured a couple of cups full into the container.

Setting the bowl and the dragon down Derlin watched as the little guy devoured his food. If he didn’t know he’d fed Boni before he’d left for work he’d suspect the dragon was starving.

“Don’t eat too quickly,” Derlin chided. “We don’t want a repeat of yesterday’s mess.”

It had taken an hour to clean up the dragon puke.

Boni looked up, a puff of smoke rising from his nose.

“Oh no. You better not be an early flamer,” Derlin scowled. A handful of dragons figured out how to breath fire before a year old. Derlin hoped his adorable bundle of scales didn’t turn out to be one of them.