A crying soul - Baby Dragon

G A I A

There will come a Poet
Whose weapon is her word.
She will slay you with her tongue,
O lei, O lai, O lord

The harsh voice caused the dragonet to panic, spinning on her forelegs and turning to face Caesar. She appeared to shrink back, jaws opening to reveal the cotton white mouth she bore. But after a moment, she seemed to relax, but only a bit. Her jaws closed and she inched her head forward, sniffing at him while her tail buzzed against the sands. Lost? This child did not know this word. Lost?

"...lost..?" A hushed voice, barely a whisper above the waves.

— Reggan