A very short slice of life style story with Tork and Animus. Dragons might be prideful, but just like every sentient creature there are certain innate needs that cannot and will not be cast aside. Companionship is definitely one of those.

I often say I'm sometimes a writer, but never really posted anything. That kind of makes me feel like a liar, to the point that I thought about just removing any mention of writing even if I do enjoy it a good deal. So, this post I suppose is meant to prove to myself that I am indeed a writer; not very prolific maybe, but (hopefully) capable of producing something enjoyable.