1635. Baiting Fleas

"So you are saying that when you pulled back you felt that you were still holding the arrow back, just barely?" Gil had been pushing more and more questions on to the dragonkin. It was fair though, Gil had to ensure that this bow would hold up to rapid fire if ever needed to. 

"Yes, the bow was slightly out of my control due to the strength of the string. I could feel that I was unable to draw it to a perfect eclipse, just by a slight margin." The instant report was what Walker liked about the dragonkin. They were blunt and to the point. Especially with a royal dragon around. But they also followed their desires to perfection.

The dragonkin had always served the dragons. That was just their place. But to say that this was a burden and something they hated would be a blatant lie. They took extreme pride in this. Yes they desired to grow more and they saw Genesis as that chance, but they still revered dragons as almighty beings.