The phrase "dragon breath" rather offended Daire. Those normal, fire-breathing Paragon tended to have breaths that smelled of wood smoke, and as far as he knew, most people found that pleasing. But Daire himself breathed air that smelled of the loamy wood floor, and he would trade that for nothing else.
The Paragon cozied his face up to the Idalani soil. It was rich, but he would make it richer. He exhaled deeply, magic flowing from his body. The soil practically glowed with the nutrients. The flowers looked unchanged, but in a few days they would explode with color like fireworks.
He laid down in the sun, settling himself into the warm, wet stones, He watched the rainbows dance in the light, yawning deeply. He'd used his ability to fly to get him to one of the more secluded spots, away from the tourists. He normally liked crowds, but these tourists seemed to be unusually bullying. And they did
not respond well to being remanded! Today was not the day for spreading chivalry...
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