Tora Dora Ryuuji Mga Nobela at Kwento

She got her egg back, that was the point of all of this. Yet, here I am, walking to her nest with several dragons and a rider. “What’s your name?” I ask the rider. “What’s yours?” he asks defensively. “Skylar,” I say, looking at him like he’s being ridiculous. “I’m Ryuki.” “Hi, Ryuki. Your dragon is pretty sarcastic.” I watch him grin, then look up at his dragon. The grin widens. I don’t have to hear the dragon to know he’s disagreeing with my assessment of him.