“What is a dragon?” the tree asks. I rear back, my eyes going wide. “Don’t you have them in your forest?” “No.” “They’re huge reptiles that fly.” “Like birds?” “But the size of ten deer and covered in scales as tough as your bark, but I haven’t told you the best part about dragons.” “What is it?” the tree asks, its voice breathy. “They exhale fire.” The ground rumbles. “Impossible.”
