"Tch, you seriously have a messed-up head, you know that, you overgrown lizard."
Alden snapped at Aemirya as he dropped back onto the ground, staring at the pile of charcoal that had once been his food.
His hair was still puffed up from the heat and his second-to-last set of clothes had turned to dust as well.
Now he was down to his final pair.
"Look what you have done." He pointed accusingly at the ruined meal. "Where am I supposed to find another nice dragon willing to donate his clothes before we eliminate him? And one whose clothes actually fit me, too. Tsk."
Aemirya remained silent.
She sat a short distance away with her back facing him, arms folded across her chest and a faint pout on her face.
"It was your fault for being stupid and not listening to what I was saying." Her voice was cold. "Blame yourself."
Alden narrowed his eyes.
