"Boss, it's me!" Sofia peered out from behind the large stone, quickly speaking her piece before retreating again.
"Foolish wretches, I chose you to be my Dragon Speakers, not to disturb my slumber. Come out and endure my wrath. I'll roast you just enough, won't be a painful death."
Sofia ducked her head behind the boulder as the Bronze Dragon opened its colossal jaws in her direction.
"Boss, your son is here to see you." Sofia uttered quickly, repeating it in rapid succession as if fearful the Bronze Dragon might not have heard clearly: "Your son is here, your son is here."
Lord Naeli's vertical pupils dilated, almost biting her own tongue in surprise: "My son? Since when do I have a son?"
Sofia exhaled in relief, having escaped certain doom. The Bronze Dragon was, at times, hot-tempered and hard to control, especially shortly after waking. Yet when something intrigued her, she could be quite amiable.