The dragon sniffed. "I smell your blood," he said. "You disobeyed me." He sighed, laying his great head down on the rocks. "But haven't we all?" He turned his head back to the girl. "I do apologize. My name is Makan." He righted himself, so he was laying on his belly. He hissed in pain, examined his torn wing membrane. "Damn. Old fool. I won't be able to fly until that heals."

"Tell me, girl," he said, getting comfortable. "What is your name?"