Little Dragon Keeper
“There weren’t always dragons in the valley. It wasn’t always this desolate and dry, covered in ashes and bodies burnt to a crisp-“, the bell rings, and I notice Mr. Carter pout like a child that just got denied candy at the supermarket. He mumbles something under his breath. “We were just about to get to my favorite part”, he says with a sigh. He’s an oddball . Always have been from what I heard. I heard Miss Jenny talking about how he used to be super edgy, how he used to talk none-sense about hunting dragons and seeing what she called “little folk” in his backyard. It’s hard to imagine him having a goth stage with his current preppy hamster looking persona.
