Alpha Dragon
Laryn stood up and wiped the blood from his face.
"He's scrappy," he said to the other two dragons.
I was slower to get up this time, but finally managed to gain my feet. "You next," I nodded to Sarn.
"Hell no," he said. "I don't look good in red; that's Bastian's color." He gave me an ear to ear grin and stepped forward with his hand out. "I'm Sarn. What's your name?"
I looked from his hand to the grin on his face. I took his offered hand and we shook. "I'm Tahr, of the royal silver dynasty."