You should get a tailor-made dress
Seraphine chuckled, nodding in agreement. "We'll have to keep a close eye on him, but I think he's learning. Slowly but surely."
I couldn't help but smile at the thought. Ember, our tiny fire-breathing companion, was indeed a handful, but he was part of our little family now, and that meant taking the time to teach him even if that meant dealing with the occasional burnt object.
As we headed to the dining hall for lunch, Ember trotted along beside us, his tiny claws clicking against the stone floor.
The castle staff had become increasingly wary of him after last night's little incident, and I could see the apprehension in their eyes as we approached the long dining table.
"Maybe we should tell them he's had a lesson," I whispered to Seraphine, glancing at the servants who were setting the table with a bit more caution than usual.