“I loved your mother,” Thor said softly to her. “And I shall love you just as much.”
The dragon purred again.
“You’ve made her quite happy, Thorgrin,” Ragon said. “The only thing she needs now is a name.”
Thor looked at him questioningly.
“Are you asking me to name her?”
Ragon nodded.
“She is young, after all,” he replied. “And no one has come along to name her. I could have. But the task, I knew, awaited you.”
Thor closed his eyes, trying to allow a name to come to him. As he did, he thought of Mycoples and Ralibar, and wondered what name they would have wanted, what name would best honor her parents.
“Lycoples,” Thor heard himself blurt out. “We shall name her Lycoples.”
Lycoples raised her neck and screeched, breathing fire straight up into the sky, a small flame, still young,
