The more the dragonet talked, the more wretched she felt. She staggered over and flung her arms around Adam's thigh — thicker than a pillar — and wailed at the top of her lungs.
Adam gave an awkward twitch of his body and gently flicked her away. She landed with a plop on her rear. An impact like that was nothing to dragonkind; the dragonet merely stared at Adam in confusion with big silver-white eyes brimming like a spring, then lunged at his thigh all over again.
Adam had to stick out a finger and plant it on her horns to stop the charge. Honestly. She had to be a genuine, bona fide dragonet — one whose mother had chased her out of the cave and whom the Dragon-Slaying Organization had caught straight after — or she would never show weakness so easily in front of another being, even one of her own kind.
Dragonkind, after all, weren't exactly friendly to their own kind.
"Your name is Sophia?"