DRAKENFELL — BETA QUARTERS
Hale Ironholt was teaching his dragon to sit.
Avalon was the size of a large dog and had approximately one percent of a dog's interest in following instructions. The baby dragon was perched on the arm of a chair that was visibly failing under his weight, his obsidian scales catching the firelight, his tail wrapped around the chair leg in a configuration that suggested he was comfortable and intended to remain comfortable regardless of whatever the enormous man in front of him was doing with his hands.
"Sit," Hale said.
Avalon tilted his head. The tilt was inquisitive, alert, carrying the particular expression of an intelligent creature that understood the word perfectly and was choosing to evaluate its merit before responding.
"Sit, Avalon. Sit."
