"Amber!" Alex entered the bridge deck with all the grace of a wind-blown leaf, startling Amber, who had been fiddling with something in her hand. She looked up to see him hovering in the window like some sort of overzealous bird of prey.
"Stop fiddling around with that knife and put it away, and make sure nobody... Not even dragons would see them." Alex instructed, his tone a mix of fatherly concern and an overdramatic sigh as if she was a kid playing around with a knife (Which she was).
Amber nodded in confusion as to why the very same dragon that gave her the knife was so worked up over it being seen by her own species.
"Not even dragons... Okay?" Alex's voice dropped like he was explaining the importance of not feeding a wild bear candy.
