Dragons were a bit like hornets. If you left them alone, they were more than happy to leave you alone. But if you started poking around, trying to get their attention...

The dragon's head whipped around, the wings of fire streaming behind it like a little girl's braids. Its eyes were an electrifying shade of green, almost like traffic lights. Covering its face and horns were silver scales, with faint cracks that allowed more green light to escape.

It almost looked...wounded. Like someone had taken a hammer to its snout.

"Well...we know it can hear us," Ariadne said nervously, taking a step back from the portal.