Pt 2.
Your dragon trying to get into your bedroom but they cannot fit:
"I'm sorry! We'll see each other in the morning, go back to your cave, my love."
And then it's quiet ...until you hear this high-pitched whine, almost like a squeal from a spoiled child.
Your dragon does not stop. First it's the squealing, then it's the tears and finally they've flopped down in a movement that clearly says: 'I'm not going anywhere without you.'
You roll your eyes and huff. This happens much too often.
But you get out of bed, grab your pillow and blanket and look your dragon straight in the eye:
"Fine, you win! But you mustn't snore in your cave. It echoes."
Like an excited puppy, your dragon's tail flicks from one side to the other and moves to let you on its' back.
"You are supposed to be ferocious. You know that right?" You mumble, gathering the reigns.
