Christoff tried to relax the stern expression on his face. He couldn’t help but admit that he had been so fascinated by seeing the two unexpected figures and listening to what they were saying that he had forgotten the dangerous situation that they were in. He had been terrified when he saw the one young girl almost fall to her death. He stared down at the frightened, young face, trying to put his thoughts into words. He tilted his head and nodded when one of them spoke.
“You’s the Old Dragon, aren’t’s you?” the first little girl that had climbed onto the ledge asked. “Wells? Aren’t’s you?”
“Yes, I guess I am,” Christoff replied in a rusty voice. “Who are you and why are you on my mountain?”
“She’s Amber and’s I’s Jade,” the little girl in his arms said with a slightly superior tone. “W
