Called by the Dragon
“Stop squirming, Netra.”
Netra, of course, didn’t listen. With a furious clicking of her talons and a raising of her spines, she fought her way out of Anzi’s grip and leaped to the ground, leaving the soldier rubbing her scraped chin. The dragon immediately trotted off to inspect the market stalls, tail swishing behind her like a cat’s.
“Those things need a trim,” Anzi muttered. “And you need to stop eating. Gods, you’re fatter than a palace pet.”
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