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Malcolm rolled his shoulders as he headed out of the castle and into the cold morning air. It was early enough that he didn’t expect to see anyone else on the castle grounds. A few feet ahead of him another dragon sat with a pen and sketchbook in hand. 

Mal  leaned over the other’s shoulder, speaking quietly right beside his ear as if he didn’t want to disturb the relative peace of the moment. “Are you dreaming of the sky?”