“Sorry,” apologised the little gold dragon, gently nudging Ali with a claw.
“Territory issues,” she explained trotting over to Sami and brushing against her leg. Sami reached down and stroked the little dragon’s soft ears.
“It’s not your fault,” she smiled. The dragon made a sound like a purring kitten and closed its green eyes.
“By the way, my name is Zoe,” she crooned, arching her back and leaning against Sami’s leg. Ali sat up slowly and glared at Zoe. Zoe glared right back at her, hissing softly. I helped Ali stand up, and she leaned on my shoulder, still somewhat wobbly.
“Are you looking for something?” asked Zoe, as Ali looked around for the path. Prim nodded.
“The Fountain Of Fortune,” she answered. Zoe snorted, accidentally showering a nearby tree with acid.
“That stopped flowing years ago,” she pointed out. Ali’s face fell. Zoe climbed up Sami’s legs and settled herself on the wind nymph’s shoulder. She drew a paw over her snout, looking somewhat embarrassed.
“It was also my fault,” she confessed. “I fell over and broke it,” I stared at the little dragon. She was definitely smaller now than when she had fought Ali. Sami pushed the now-tiny dragon off of her shoulder with a small gust of wind. Zoe glided in small circles back onto the ground.
“Well, what now?” asked Natalie.