As Seraphine and I made our way back to the hall, the remnants of Ember's earlier chaos still littered the floor. Plates were strewn about, some cracked, and a few chairs remained overturned.
The servants, bless their hearts, were trying their best to restore order, but there was an air of amusement in the room.
Every now and then, I'd catch one or two of them exchanging knowing smiles or quietly giggling.
Ember, now fast asleep in my arms, had gone from a tiny whirlwind of destruction to an innocent-looking, snoozing dragonlet. His soft snores were barely audible, and I couldn't help but shake my head at how such a small creature could cause so much mayhem.
I stroked his warm scales absentmindedly, feeling their smooth texture beneath my fingertips. His tiny wings twitched slightly as he dreamed, perhaps of even more chaos.
"Honestly," I muttered, "you're lucky you're cute, you little menace."
