"Gah!"
A milky roar announced the arrival of Little Dream Dragon.
Russell didn't hurriedly mount the dragon but instead scrutinized Little Dream Dragon carefully. Despite not having eaten an Ice Soul Pearl during this period, with the nightly hunts of Snow Ghosts, it had still made considerable growth and progress.
The antler-like horns on its head still maintained three forks.
Its overall shape was still such that its head and body were about the same size. Little Dream Dragon, in its Primordial Spirit form, was destined not to grow into the likeness of a Great Dragon.
Thorns still twined around its horns, and little white flowers blooming on them hosted Flat Louses, while Sword Butterflies danced atop its head.
"Ice Cream, how much longer do you need to grow before you can erupt like a volcano?" Russell asked.
"Gah?" Little Dream Dragon tilted its head, confused, and it was not clear whether it didn't understand or was pretending not to.
"Forget it, let's not ask."
