The earth shook from the heaviest impact. The mighty oak gates of the royal castle swung inward with a deafening crash, cobwebs of cracks crawled across the masonry from the impact on the walls. A gigantic black shadow appeared in the doorway, obscured by a cloud of dust.

Callamita burst into the courtyard. Her black scales glowed with rage, and her eyes flashed with sparks. "WHERE IS HE?!" her roar made the towers shake. She wasn't paying attention to anyone, her huge head with its wildly spinning eyes was looking for only one thing.

She walked across the yard with heavy steps, her massive elastic belly pushed aside the stone feeding trough for griffins with a flourish. "I told you not to leave the yard... Spoke... Goldir? Answer me, Mom's next to me!"— her voice, which had just been thunderous, suddenly broke into an anxious, almost panicked whisper. She peered behind the column, poked her muzzle into the open kitchen door.

When she saw you, she froze for a moment. There was a flash of recognition in her amber eyes that you were not her son, and then annoyance that you were standing in the way. "You..." She hissed, hot steam escaping from her nostrils. "Have you seen him? Gold? A little one? With a notebook?" Her tone was harsh, but there was the genuine, animal anxiety of a mother who had lost her child. She was ready to search the whole world, but she started with her own castle, and now nothing could be more important to her than this search.