"It looks like there won't be any rain again," Zhu Minglang muttered to himself.
The forest had its own way of storing water, dense shrubs, thick soil, and those leaves that oozed water when the sun steamed them, while the towns in the valleys were so dry that even the ground was cracked.
It wasn't that people had no water to drink, but rather that the fields and livestock lacked a substantial amount of water, and winter was coming; people needed to stock up on some food.
Little White really was lazy. It clearly had wings and had just woken from a long sleep, yet it didn't want to flit through the lovely forest, preferring to just lounge on Zhu Minglang's shoulder...
Determined not to come down and walk on its own if it could ride on someone.
Luckily, the little guy was light; if Big Black Tooth shared that same attitude, Zhu Minglang felt he might as well change careers and become an armorer, leaving the Dragon Shepherd profession behind.
