Silence drawn out as Edric tried to find the correct response. Era looked so vulnerable and sad, and he had always had a soft spot for damsels in distress—albeit never a scaled one the size of his home. Edric sat down on the snow, resting his arms on his knees.
“You’re a dragon. It’s natural the people want to hunt you and your race.” Edric mulled over his response, it seemed wrong. Guilt bloomed in his heart, throwing caution out the window. “We tend to imagine dragons as violent beasts that attack castle and burn houses. It isn’t anything to do with you specifically.”
Edric’s conscience made him stop his plotting. He genuinely felt abashed of his behaviour, Era was a young dragon he concluded. Perhaps she was even still a nestling. It seemed unorthodox to be hunting a nestling. The thought made him frown and grimace.