Emma was very impressed when she saw the black dragon seemed to flap its wings with such strength. It made her forget that this animal was just a baby. It looked like an adult bird, trying to fly on its own.
"Are you already trying to fly?" Emma raised a brow.
Compared to the hydra and even wyvern that Marlowe discussed in his class, these dragons were more intelligent than their other draconic cousins.
Instead of immediately treating Emma as their mother, perhaps the two creatures instinctively knew that she wasn't their birth mother, but there was no fear in their movements.
The two baby dragons were instead already eagerly looking around the room. The female baby batted her eyes, looking adorably cute, and looked around her with high curiosity. It pecked its snout to the foot of the bed and tried to eat it.
Emma chuckled when she saw the female baby attacked the bed and realized the baby must be hungry.
