“No!” Dragon Little raised her hand and pointed at him, her long blonde hair billowing in the wind behind her. “I have spoken!”

Dragon Father burst out laughing. “You have spoken?”

“I have spoken!” Dragon Little said with determination. “Teach me to swim!”

“But what if we—”

“Tut!” Dragon Little said importantly. “I have spoken!”

Dragon Father unsheathed his own sword, “You just held a sword for the first time. And you were like this…” He let the sword throw him off balance and run one way. Then, trying to balance it, he ran the other way, always holding it above his head.

Dragon Little burst out laughing.

Dragon Little has the power to drive Dragon Father insane. Dragon Little, of course, ist the name I lovingly gave Joy Shelley, the human girl who lives in her father’s dream. Dragon Father ist her father.

Or so they both think. But sometimes, the evident truth that he ist not actually her father comes up.

This ist one of those times.