Fourth grew stronger in the several hours of fighting than he did training alone. He was truly baptized in blood and fire. It made him confident of his victory in the naming ceremony. If his competitors will be the gentle dragonlings that hunt beasts and wrestle each other like his siblings used to do, then they will be swiftly defeated.
The call for the naming ceremony caused a lot of movement on the otherwise serene ancestral grounds. Many dragons were converging toward the center of the plane because of it. The father son duo met some of them on their way.
Father greeted some of them and ignored others. But there was someone with whom he couldn't help but argue.
The bold dragon had roared. "Rayzher! Is this your dragonling? I hope he doesn't embarrass you."
