“Well, shite,” Eira laughed. “I didn’t realize I was so crazy.”
“How could you not?” Asta asked seriously, and her eyebrows pulled together with concern since she didn’t realize Eira was kidding.
“I don’t know,” Eira joked. “I guess I just never noticed.”
Blar’s feet landed on my knee, and when I looked down at him, he nodded to the pot over the fire and then looked back at me.
“Yes, I see it,” I told him, and I reached down to scratch his chin. “I suppose it’s time for dinner.”
“Oh, yes, of course,” Kas said, and she quickly pulled the pot off the flames and started to dish up bowls.
The strawberry-blonde made bowls for Eira, Asta, and myself, and then she dished up four bowls of various sizes for the dragons and set them on the ground near the fire.
Blar ran over to his bowl and began to devour the food immediately. Little bits sprayed out around him as he chomped down, and his tail swished back and forth happily.
Inger was right behind him, and she ate with the same ferocity as her blue friend did. I could hear the two of them chewing loudly and gulping down bite after bite, and I chuckled and shook my head. Blar and Inger eating was not a pleasant sound, but it was one I was used to, and one I found somewhat amusing.
Uffe slowly made his way over to his bowl and started to take small, careful bites. The little red male looked around curiously as he ate, and I shook my head at the stark difference between him and the other two.
“Svass,” I said, and I reached over and gently stroked the small yellow dragon’s head. “Are you hungry?”
At the mention of food, the little dragon perked up immediately.
“Go eat,” Eira said, and she pointed to the bowls.
Svass looked at the bowls, then at Eira, then me, then the bowls again. After a moment of deliberation, she laid her head back down on Eira and let out a little sigh.
“I see.” I nodded and stood up so I could retrieve Uffe and Svass’ bowls.
The little red dragon followed me over to the opposite side of the fire, and I set his bowl down and then put Svass’ bowl just a few feet away.
“How’s that?” I asked the little yellow dragon, and she nodded and scurried down Eira’s arm to the log and then the ground.
She quickly made her way over to her bowl, and Uffe turned to smile at her before he continued to eat.
Svass sniffed her food before she took a small bite. Once that bite hit her tongue, though, her head perked up, and she thrust her tiny head into the bowl to devour her food as she hopped up and down happily.
I understood Inger and Blar intimidated her, but she looked like she’d fit right in on their side of the fire.
“At least she likes it,” Kas laughed.
“I guess that means the spell worked,” Asta chuckled.
“Hey, if it means the food tastes better, then why not?” the strawberry-blonde snickered.
“You are a sorceress.” Eira shrugged. “May as well put those powers to good use.”
“Exactly.” Kas smiled and handed us our bowls.
I breathed in the scent of the stew and closed my eyes as I let out a small sigh. It smelled delicious. I didn’t care if it had a spell cast on it or not, Kas had done a good job.
The stew consisted of some fish, cabbage, carrots, peppers, and broth. I could smell some spices in there, too, and when I took a sip of the broth, I was pleasantly surprised by how rich and hearty it was.
“Mmm, this is good,” I told Kas.
“I’m glad you like it.” She smiled and took a bite from her bowl.
As I ate my stew, I watched Svass eat hers, and I wondered if she would have powers like the other three dragons. I supposed all dragons had powers to some extent, but most didn’t have as much power as Blar, Inger, and Uffe did. Twin dragons were especially powerful, and they were said to all have complimentary powers, like Inger and Uffe’s air and earth powers.
The little girl hadn’t left Eira’s side, and we’d only had her a few hours, so I hadn’t seen any indication of special powers.
“Oh, Rath, are you trying to see through her eyes?” Kas asked, and she leaned forward in her seat with a huge grin on her face.
“What?” My eyebrows pinched together. “No, I was just thinking about whether or not she’ll have powers.”
“Oh, hm,” the strawberry-blonde mused, and she pursed her lips. “I hadn’t really thought about that. Can you control her like the other dragons? Since you didn’t hatch her, I mean.”
“I don’t see why I wouldn’t be able to,” I said, but I grew concerned all the same.
“You can’t control Nidhug, though, right?” Asta asked.
“That’s true,” I chuckled. “But Nidhug is ancient.”
“Right,” Kas laughed. “I doubt he qualifies as a dragon anymore. He’s more like a god or something.”
“You should give it a try,” Eira said with a nod at the Svass. “Try to make her do something.”
“Okay,” I agreed. “What should I have her do?”
“Make her spin in a circle!” Asta gasped, and she clapped her hands together quickly.
“Circle it is.” I focused on the little girl. “Svass, spin around for me, please.”
The little girl quickly spun in a circle, and she continued to chew her food the whole time.
“That was good,” Kas said.
“At least we know that works,” Asta said. “She’s so cute.”
“She is,” I agreed with a smile.
“What about seeing through her eyes?” Kas pushed.
“I haven’t tried,” I said. “I’ve only really done it in my dreams.”
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