Eve's POV
I had no idea how long we had been waiting for Lucius, but it felt like an eternity. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, and the air was cooling, though not enough to bring any relief to my sore legs. I sat there, cross-legged on the ground, staring at the little dragons as they playfully tumbled around. Their scales glittered faintly in the dimming light, and their little wings fluttered in bursts of energy as they practiced short hops and wobbly flights.
To keep myself distracted, I started trying out names for them. Naming three dragons was not an easy task. I thought it would be simple, like naming kittens or puppies. Spoiler alert—it wasn't.
"Alright, let's see," I said aloud, sitting cross-legged on a patch of grass near the wheelbarrow Lucius had built. "How about Ember?"
The smallest dragon, the one that sneezed fire every time it got too excited, blinked at me with molten-gold eyes, as if judging me.
