Just as agreed upon, Riley, much to the annoyance of two golden dragons, finally managed to see the rescued children and their teacher.
There were a lot of tears, alright. And several children jumping for hugs, wanting to check if his body and his "baby" were fine.
One could only imagine the chaos of trying to stop a verbal war between elven and draconic children.
It started small. Then it snowballed.
"We discovered it first!"
"No! You're lying! The stork is late!"
The younglings stood in two lines like opposing armies, chests puffed, faces scrunched, ready for battle. Although it looked odd because that's like an entire class versus two.
Even Liam was stunned. He couldn't imagine anyone, other than his own brother, daring to talk back to a dragon. Then again, Orien didn't look the part right now. In this disguised human form, he wasn't an awe-inspiring dragon—just a smug kid trying to win an argument with allegedly smaller, louder imps.
