Bessa didn't know how to feel.
Being hired by a dragon, and mind you, the Dragon Lord, no less, to produce batches of mysterious, highly classified potions was surreal enough.
But standing in his mountaintop aerie, watching three other dragons bicker and scramble in a fully-equipped magical kitchen that had just popped into existence from thin air? That was a special kind of bewildering.
The kitchen itself was whimsy. Stone countertops veined with glowing magic, hovering induction plates that hummed with contained heat, and utensils that moved with a life of their own. And in the middle of it, chaos.
"Huh? Why do you put rocks in it? Humans can't process rocks!" boomed the one with dark green hair, pointing an accusatory finger at a bowl of coarse salt.
"These are not rocks! This is salt!" snapped the violet-eyed woman, her voice like cracking ice.
"It's still a rock, it's a mineral! And salt kills most organisms! Are you trying to poison the experiment?"
