Kreiss looked at him, then his smile faded and was replaced with a frown. He sighed. "I'm really sorry about your horn, though. Did it fall –"
The dragon bent down and dropped something from his mouth. Kreiss hadn't even noticed he was carrying something.
"– off?"
The gold glimmered under the moonlight. Kreiss stared at the horn, then at the dragon. The dragon saw his hesitation and nudged the horn with his nose to roll it towards him.
It meant a lot to Kreiss. He knew how important a Regal Copper's horns are to them. It was one of the physical attributes they inherited from majestic Dragon Lords. Regal Coppers would even keep horns from deceased fellow dragons. And to offer one to a Qan…
Kreiss peeled his gaze away from the horn and looked at the dragon again. This time, he noticed the dragon was hunching his back and lowering his neck to the ground, staring at him and rumbling impatiently. Kreiss knew what this meant.
