Dawlya’s Dragon
A few chuckles followed, though Stryker only growled, earning more laughter.
“Interesting color shift,” Mikan observed, his tone sharpening as the hatchling’s scales reverted to blue and red. His eyes narrowed in study.
After several tense seconds, Mikan looked at Brie. “Is he speaking to you through telepathy?”
Brie nodded slowly. “He knows who I am, Trace as well, and Rodic.”
“That’s impossible,” Daxen said, stepping closer to examine the hatchling. But before anyone could react, the small dragon shuddered and melted into a pool of shimmering blue liquid.
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