Straga is Overprotective

It would be nice to say that after the examinations got underway, the judging followed swiftly afterwards. 

However, that simply wasn't the case.

Instead of the exam, everyone was much too focused on the small human girl who was darting from dragon to dragon in the room.

As always, she was a never-ending flurry of questions and observations. 

*To Darius* "Why are you so short compared to all the other dragons I've seen?"

*To Jasmine* "How long have you and big sister Thea been married?"

*To Belphegor* "Do you have a caffeine addiction?"

*To Darius* "Why do you have gold teeth?"

*To Asmodeus* "What was my dad like as a baby?"

*To Kirina* "Why do my siblings say you can't cook?"

*To Absalom* "How many weights did you have to lift to get that big?"

*To Darius* "Are you an alcoholic??"

Sitting on a sofa towards the back of the room, Abaddon smiled softly to himself as sipped his own coffee.