Kaydar's eyes shot open and he shot foward, snarling down at the young dragon. His frills rattling louldy. "Never leave your charge, Youngling, never! She's too precious! Take it from experaince, never let your guard down. Never trust an Elf!" He looked to the Maid and his voice was soft. "Leastways a full blooded one."
((Goodnight!))
Sterling nodded. "Not again." He promised. Florence nodded a small smile on her face.