Isobel Cunningham

Mother

MOTHER I heard the mewling of a human brat long before I saw him. I stay away from those creatures as much as I can. None of them have the strength or skill to climb up to our caverns on the mountain tops where we spend the winters. When I descend to the forest to forage I keep well away from them. Some dragons take delight in burning crops or terrorizing the villagers, fouling their wells and carrying off livestock. We never eat human flesh, of course as they are filthy creatures. Some of them are valiant enough and rarely, manage to kill one of our kind.