 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Little did Bry know that someday soon she was going to be gifted a dragon, just as how she had been gifted a hippogriff. But that would be his little secret for now. Instead, he now playfully rolled his eyes at her; it wasn’t easy for him to not refer to Hady as ‘Aunty’, so both he and Bry had their respective struggles in that department. Anyway. He and Bry soon had their chosen eggs in their possession.
As Aryan hung onto each of Aunty Hady’s words, he absently petting his egg. All he knew was that he didn’t care what sort of dragon hatched. He would do nothing on purpose to influence the outcome. What was the fun in doing that?
“Let’s go grab the stuff, Bry.” To the egg, he added, “Be right back. Don’t go rolling away.” With that, the third year year was on his feet again. |