“Yet to be named,” Granny heard in her mind.
Before Acorn could respond, Granny turned to Dragonia and continued, “So, this is the big thing you wanted me to see. I felt the power building when I was using the tunnel to the Baron’s mansion but never expected it to be this. What will you do now Baroness?”
“What did I tell you?” Granny Flare glared at the baby.
“Hungry” replied the dragon out loud this time. Acorn jumped back a little startled. It was one thing to hear a voice in one’s head, but quite a different thing to see a dragon speak.
“Acorn, you go and find some coal oil or kerosene and the biggest bottle you can find. Baroness, we will need something tough, like leather for the baby to suck on,” commanded Granny Flare.
Acorn started to argue but the look that Granny gave him helped him to change his mind and off he went. “Remember, no one must know about the baby yet!” he heard her yell as he was leaving.
Looking at the Baroness, Granny Flare, being the house brownie that she is, continued “Now, what are we going to do about cleaning up this mess?”
“More importantly, what are we going to do so that the Village Council doesn’t find out about the baby?” replied Dragonia.
What is it's name???
“How would I know?” snapped the Baroness. “It’s not like I have done this before.”
Soon the shock began to wear off and Acorn had his old snarky self back. “So, what is it’s name?” he asked Dragonia. This time the hatchling did not respond but only looked at the two.
“I think he wants us to name him,” she replied. The dragon nodded his head affirmatively.
“What will it’s name be?” she thought.
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