The knights both stared at the dragon, observing it with their arms crossed and pensive expressions on their faces.
"Sylaron," the commander echoed.
"Does that mean it's a girl or a boy dragon?" Henry asked.
"Are dragons gendered beings?" the commander wondered.
There was a back-and-forth between the two men for a while as they discussed all of the possibilities of the dragon before them. There weren't history lessons about this sort of thing. Since dragons hadn't appeared for such a long time, there was no need to learn details unless you were a mage or of the royal family. Normally everyone outside of those two realms had no use to know any further information.
However, the dragon, as moody as ever, slumped to the ground until its long neck was flat to the dark lava rock and it let out a laborious sigh. It was in need of constant excitement, Henry had noticed. Its movements were always sudden and it didn't stay in one place for so long.
