The children clustered around Cullum and Faith as Mikaela and Salsahara led the way toward the elder dragon's clearing. Behind them trailed a handful of curious townspeople, their footsteps hushed with anticipation at the rare chance to glimpse Vyrath up close.
The group moved slowly, the children wide-eyed and whispering excitedly as they approached Vyrath's resting spot. The elder dragon lay sprawled on the grassy clearing, his golden scales glinting in the sunlight. His massive head lifted slightly as he noticed the approaching crowd, molten eyes narrowing with curiosity.
Mikaela stepped forward, her cerulean hair catching the breeze as she addressed Vyrath. "Great elder," she began, her voice steady but respectful, "these children have come to learn more about you and your kind. They're eager to hear your wisdom."
The ancient dragon's voice rolled across the clearing like distant thunder, shaking the very air around them. "Yo, people."
