Raven was going to be trouble. I knew that, he’s bothered me for years. This is just a bit more extreme. While Bruce expounding on the details that did not matter, I sensed a presence looming. I turned, and there he was, strolling into our camp like he belonged all along.
He was a tall as usual, but wearing a different face today. “I see you’ve met my cat,” he chuckled.
I glared at Bruce, who glared back. Then looked away. Interesting.
“I knew that cat was sneaky.”
“And you couldn’t have found a better teacher than this young dragon. Good job.”
I looked at Gwen, she just shrugged.
“Is he ready?” he asked Gwen.
“I believe he is, sir,” she replied. “I’ve taught him all I can in the short time we’ve had available. I did everything short of hitting him with a bat.”
Hmm. She isn’t as surprised as she should be.
“I suspect that the bat might have been satisfying,” chucked the old bird.
“There were times I imagined it might be,” she noted, “but was concerned that once I started, I might not stop.”
They went on from there. Clearly they were old friends, a fact I might have guessed.