Drahon was dumbfounded.
She was half dragon too?
For about ten seconds, he stared at the horns, studying them.
The horns looked like his, only more delicate and sort of intricate.
He walked forward, towards the clearing, not directly at her, but toward the corpses of the Demon Dragon monsters.
He studied their features, not that it was important at the moment, but simply because he felt like staring at them, at least to have something to do.
She'd been speaking just moments ago, but suddenly fell silent.
Trying to keep the conversation going, Drahon asked:
"What type of half dragon are you?"
The lady made a face, and Drahon could see a hint of depression on it.
"I…, I don't know," she said, stuttering at first, like the words were too grave to muster.
"You know your type, right?" she asked.
Drahon was genuinely surprised by the question. What did she mean that he must know his type?
Wasn't it obvious that there were only two types of dragons in the Dragon World?
