"Scram," laughed the Divine King Donnash good-naturedly, his gaze falling on the domain opposite, "That kid named Reg is really having a blast."
"If I went to play, I'd have even more fun."
"Is raising a cub fun?"
"Pretty fun."
Divine King Donnash glanced at Lance, a wistful look in his eyes, as the young dragon of yesteryear had begun to rear a cub of his own.
If the little Black Dragon had followed him, he might have raised him as his own cub, considering he met him when he was a young dragon that seemed so innocent and cute.
Thinking back to when he first met the little Black Dragon, Divine King Donnash took a hearty swig of his white liquor; this stuff was really potent.
A god and a dragon no longer spoke; they simply sat in their chairs, clinking their liquor bottles together from time to time, enjoying a breeze laced with the scent of blossoms, sipping white liquor, and nibbling on snacks.
The water in the iron pot on the stove started to boil.
