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"Entitled," Hevel repeated. He'd liked the sound of the word even though it came from the human, so he said it again, "Entitled... Entitled," each time, he spoke louder than the last. Then, he rolled onto his back in the pile of shells, crumbling them into smaller bits. When he was finally finished with this outburst, he stood up and craned his neck to see his body which several pieces of shiny eggshell were stuck to him. He seemed happier with this revelation, and now felt confident enough to approach the human himself.

Specks of sunlight caught the shell and decorated the cave's stalagmites with shimmering light. He noticed this and beamed; he was very proud of himself for causing such a beautiful scene. "I haven't seen anyone like you before," he declared to Kaspartha just after climbing to a medium-sized rock and perching on top of it like a lizard would bathe in the sun. He knew it would be extremely rude to call her ugly, so he withheld this accusation. "Gren said you'd be coming. You must be a good human, then," he said softly, noticing the irritability of the other dragons and wanting to ease them with thoughts of their old caretaker.

"He wouldn't send us a bad human. That would be like sending us an Ember Dragon to be our new caretaker. Nobody wants to be taken care of by an Ember Dragon," his eyes were big and blue as he spoke, pondering what it would be like to have an Ember Dragon take care of them. He knew that Ember Dragons would be mean once he met one. He just knew it. The way that fire looked like it would bulge from their skins made them scary to look at. They'd probably have all of the hatchlings living with him in a volcano instead of a nice, lush cave like this one. That would be a terrible place to raise baby dragons, Hevel thought.