*Lying in the foreground in dragon form, Daeron feels a small hand right on the tip of his nose and lets out a soft gasp.



• What are you doing? he orders without opening his eyes, already knowing that his little intruder is here to disturb his sleep. He would never confuse those tiny human hands and the scent that was unique.

"Why did you come back so soon? I'm resting, go bother someone else"*