Princess Iyuri shot her long, serpentine head past Tycondrius, brushing his chest. Then, she coiled around him to meet his gaze.
"But... but... I can breathe water?"
Tycon poked her chin, "Explain."
"I have... to suck it in, first? But then I can spit it out."
"Most creatures can do that," Tycon smiled politely.
...To prove his point, he inhaled... air and exhaled onto her face.
"Oh! A Minty Breath Weapon?!" Iyuri exclaimed, "Are... you a dragon too?"
Tycon held two fingers up and thunked Iyuri between the eyes, "I am *not*. Do not accuse me of such-- that is *quite* rude, hatchling..."
"Ohhhhh!!" Iyuri the Sea Snake Princess recoiled in mock injury.
"Also, you are still not a dragon."
"I'm... I'm not? What... am I, then?"
Tycon took a deep, halting breath to cool his rage.
Iyuri was a hatchling.