What the hell was that? he marveled at his unexpectedly effective spell. Movement caught his eye, and Charlie spun to the great fanged creature, ready to fight if need be, but held his hands up, palms open. “Hey, fella. I’m the guy who fixed your wing. You remember me?” The dragon gave him what looked suspiciously like an amused smirk. “For one, I am not a fella,” a female voice said, reverberating in his head. “And remember you? Of course I remember you. You were kind to me, though I could smell your fear. Now, however, I can smell no such cowardice.”
Oo
Makes the others deaths so much worse. ><
