This was the first time Rose had seen Cyra spit out fire, did she make her unlock her powers or what?
Rose crouched behind the boulder, clutching her chest as her heart hammered against her ribcage. "I'm doomed," she whispered, the words barely audible over the ringing in her ears.
Tears prickled her eyes as she peeked at Cyra, who had just moments ago turned the tranquil lakeside into a fiery warzone.
Cyra stopped suddenly. No more fire, no more glowing body, just... a hiccup. The tiny dragon tilted her head, staring at Rose with the most disarmingly innocent gaze imaginable.
Rose blinked. "No," she muttered to herself, shaking her head. "No way. You're not fooling me with that face. You just spit hellfire!" Her voice cracked, torn between disbelief and exasperation.
Cyra hiccupped again, her large eyes glistening with an almost childlike purity. Rose groaned, burying her face in her hands. "What do I even do with you?"
