"The humans are no longer a fallen race?!"
The Dragon girl tilted her head, a mocking smile playing on her lips. She turned back to her five hundred kin, looking for a laugh or an explanation. All she received was a tense, awkward silence. "How peculiar. We have heard of no such news before."
"That's because we are the news," Ricky cut in, his voice calm and measured. John relaxed his grip on Luke, sensing that Ricky had the situation under control. Ricky was far more self-controlled than Luke. "Our humans have recently conquered a zone, and we are merely the vanguard sent to map the surrounding territories."
Just as Ricky said his piece, the atmosphere shifted with palpable weight. The Dragons exchanged silent, knowing gazes that spoke volumes about their internal shock; the mere concept of humans walking these plains unchained was an affront to their understanding of the world.
