The Dragon's Stone
I quickly say while dissolving the dragon by waving my other hand.
“That was good,” Taran says, his smile unwavering.
“It bit you,” I reply as the humiliation flushes my cheeks.
Taran’s arms wrap around my waist. “It was made of smoke. The bite was more of a tickle. See,” Taran shows me his finger. There is no evidence of a bite. Putting his finger under my chin, Taran pushes me to look at him, “Tomorrow, we will go outside, and you can show me all your tricks. And if you’re good and don’t hold back, I will show you mine. One doesn’t involve magic, just my tongue.” My muscles seem to tighten at his words. “Though, perhaps, I could be swayed to show you that one now.” Taran has a dark glint i
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