Now get me those pigs!

Wing watched as the dragon landed on the terrace. He looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Lactea was late as usual,” said Arcturus. “Don’t know about Magenta, and I’ll say nothin’ about him and his nutty fairy. She should be your partner, you’re both as dumb as it gets.”

He was still fuming.

The young man looked away. “I did fool myself. I messed up badly...” The dragon flopped disdainfully onto a humongous velvet plush cushion. He mused on, eyes closed. “She chose not to be a Paradiser. This is what she wanted. But it doesn’t mean things’ll be easy.”

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“Yeah… right… But it’s just so painful to be helpless when a friend is suffering. Especially her, after all she… no, we! All we’ve been through,” said Wing.

The draconic eyes flared up and darted towards Wing.

“Listen here,” said Arcturus. “A friend doesn’t climb the mountain for you. A friend helps you not fall off. Let her do her thing. You can offer help, but you ain’t doin’ the work for her."

Wing said nothing.

The dragon, satisfied, pointed his snout towards a large container. "Now go get me those pigs, I damn straight earned 'em.”