A Dragon's Soul ♢♢Book 2♢♢DISCONTINUED

32: The Ball

《Is the dress okay?》

"So, how's being a dragon like? Did you ever have to shed your scales? Or perhaps sharpen your claws? Did you ever bathe in dragon form? Have you ever mated with another dragon in dragon form? "

Her questions kept coming. They were spewing out of her mouth like running water. Something about the child was somewhat eery. From the way she walked, to the way her eyes will look over the place she's in and memorize it. And the fact that she can formulate plans that mostly go well. Her power was mysterious, and much more can be learned from this. Yet, the dragon was getting slightly tired of her questions. Her voice hammered into his head, and he was surprised that such a tiny being can hold so much power and voice in her, especially after being kept in a life-preserving space for nearly one hundred years.

"Write them down and I'll answer them later," Acnologia muttered, trying not to kick the girl down.

The girl blinked at him, trailing him from behind him. She cooked her head to the side slightly, her brows furrowing at his response.  "You told me that yesterday," She replied.

"I know," He responded coldly.

"You threw my questions into a lake,"

"I know,"

"I don't appreciate your tone,"

"And I don't appreciate yours,"

She narrowed her eyes at the Dragon's back, speeding up to walk by his side. She looked up at the older man in search of some sort of emotion or story behind his dark eyes. Yet, she found nothing useful that she can use against him. She clicked her tongue in frustration, kicking a pebble out of her path. It was quiet between them, the man did not look down at the girl, only keep his eyes ahead at the dark cavern. He walked barefoot over many stones, and shards, unaffected by the sharp edges of them.

The girl cringed at the sight, glancing g down at her feet where she wore shoes. These shoes were the ones she owns from her manor, but they were a bit run-down, considering the amount of time she ran, skidded, and even pushed her power through her feet. Her eyes flickered back to the Dragon's feet, and she glanced up at him.

"You should purchase footwear, so you can protect your feet,"

"I don't have money,"

"Then steal shoes. You've already committed mass genocide on Dragons, might as well steal. No one is going to hold you accountable for a pair of shoes you stole,"

The dragon sighed at her response, picking up the pace. The girl followed suit as the cavern widened, showing many stalactites and stalagmites. They were sparkly, and she wanted to break it and keep a piece to herself. She was gonna question the material of the stalactites but was stopped when she noticed the man sitting against the wall of the cavern.