"How's Junior doing?"
"Healing well. Can't keep a dragon down for long, even a little one." Vica allowed the hatchling to clamber over her, her breath hitching with a huff when one claw pressed down a little too heavily on her diaphragm. Lying on the cave floor with her arms and legs splayed like a starfish, she seemed the picture of contentment minus the struggle to breathe. "You're going to make her think her name is Junior at this rate."
"That was the plan. Indoctrinate her to the human ways while Papa is away hunting. Soon she'll have a proper name."
"Dragons already have names. We just have no way of saying them. Don't be so narrow-minded."
"As a narrow-minded human with a human name that humans can say, I decline."
"Humans don't have everything right, you know." Vica patiently
