The bag practically lunged, and it took everything in Riley not to topple into the nearest shelf like an amateur shoplifter.
But really, how was the baby dragon supposed to stay still when, before him, was a literal trove of wonder?
Left and right, the world was exploding with things to see. For someone who had been confined in the nest and only read about trade in dusty old books, this was an overload he could never have imagined.
The ancient scrolls he was forced to review painted a completely different picture. They depicted dignified dragon-kind receiving offerings from various races in exchange for blessings or protection—grand, glittering tributes in gold, rare beasts, or treasures fit for legends.
But this?
This was nothing like that.
There were so many sizes of those strange rectangular devices with little people inside them.
Some were just a bit bigger, but still—there were even more tiny people!
