[Ariadne smiles a little, reaching over to give the cow another pat. She understands the need for touch. As a hatchling, she got it all the time.

Now...not so much.]

Most dragons back home are blue or black. I can't say I know a lot about them, to be honest.

The one we have to worry about is the Red Dragon.

[She grimaces at the name.]

But he's not an actual dragon. Just a warlord.