His brownish orange hair singed slightly, Max was still trying to get over the fact he had ridden a dragon. Said dragon was helping himself to a pile of fish he caught. Looking up, Snowball glanced over at him. Sneezing, the Rabbu went back to eating while the teenager wiped the spit off his face. At the same time, a small pack of Parakeens fluttered down.
Seeing them, Max gulped nervously. He and Snowball were on a rocky beach several miles away from the village. And despite their small size, Parakeens were known to be vicious creatures. These ones seemed to be interested in Snowball's fish. The bigger dragon growled angrily, ready to protect his food at all costs. He even shot a small fireball into one's mouth, causing it to inflate like a balloon.
"Not so fireproof on the outside, huh? Here," Max remarked. He very carefully grabbed a small trout and tossed it to the Parakeen. The rest of the pack had retreated. Devouring the fish hungrily, the little dragon approached Max and unexpectedly curled up beside him, its chin resting on his lap. The young Viking gently petted the beast on the head, earning a grateful and happy sounding purr.
Absolutely blown away by this event, Max quietly murmured to himself and the dragons listening, "Everything that we ever knew about you guys... is wrong!"
