“I mean, if I had to state a preference, I’d say don’t set us all on fire.”
“Oh please. Look how tiny it is. At best, it would only set one of your pants legs on fire.”
Leana looked upon the bundle wearily while Winona looked upon Leana, clearly amused. The baby dragon was on sleeping on the table in front of them, snuggled in a pile of blankets.
“It’s an important part of their development, we’d be depriving her otherwise.”
The fire stones sat in their enchanted bowl of stone where Winona had gathered them. Their warmth belied the terrifying intensity they contained.
“I agree. It’s just, the hatchling can barely walk, shouldn’t we wait until they have more control of their faculties?!”
Winona continued to argue the cultural importance of using fire stones at a young age while completely disregarding Leana’s points that it occurred only in flocks where it was a necessity to have them out of the nest & hunting sooner.
The young hatchling yawned in its sleep and burrowed further into its nest of blankets.
Its power came from ice. The fire stones would do nothing.