Sixty pounds of baby dragon was on her chest, screaming directly into her face, and Serena's first conscious thought was that this was still better than most of her mornings this week.
What the…" She looked down to find two gold eyes the size of apricots staring back at her, fixed with the intensity of a creature who had been personally wronged.
He was so cute she nearly melted.
"Awwwww," she said immediately, patting its back. "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"
She was still in her training suit, on top of the covers in one of the infirmary's private rooms, which meant someone had deposited her here like luggage.
She put both arms around the baby dragon and swung her legs off the bed, the built-in booties of her training suit hitting cold stone with a soft thud.
She moved to the freezing cabinet, grabbing a tonic. Parched didn't begin to cover it. She guzzled it.
