Chapitre 172: Risk Of Injury

"Zazzy! How did ye get out of the room? Cleaver wee dragon.." Skye spoke in a gentle tone as she leaned down to pet Zazzy.

 The baby dragon instantly flopped on the bench to have her belly rubbed, nearly knocking it over in her efforts. Skye rubbed her belly, then offered Shasta and Lawrence the chance. After exchanging a look between themselves, Lawrence let Shasta down from his arms so the two could pet the legendary creature.

 Her belly was so smooth it felt soft, but Zazzy's scales were harder than tempered steel. She reminded Shasta of a salamander with longer legs, and a longer, thinner mouth and snout. The medium-sized stubs that stuck out of her head were the beginnings of some impressive-looking horns. Her wings weren't stubs, but they were basically attached to her sides until they were developed enough for her to learn to fly.