Chapter 20

Rafanter di Traz got me! Mentally and physically. Every minute he managed to weigh out meaningless compliments and, as if by chance, touch me either with his wing or with his tail. Once I bit the comb. I got angry, really! It turns out that dragons (or just me) have a comb that is hair in human form. I hate it when people touch my hair without my permission!!!

Strongly moving her impudent tail in the muzzle, she rushed to the lake. Landed. I thought how to be. Rafanter sat next to him. She yelled at him to keep him away. He froze, then began to move sideways...