Phoenix Maplewood that the vicious cycle was over

The youngster’s direct question caught him off guard. Cambria’s head reared back in surprise, though he didn’t mind the question. It was just that Ruckus—and the Tuesdays too—had never wanted much to do with him. And they had never willingly talked to him, if they were even capable of it.

I live on the rise, he said, rolling to a stop and pointing with his pale snout. That one there. His eyes flicked back to the younger male, assessing him now that they were up close and personal. My name is Cambria. What’s yours?

He looked rather thin, though perhaps it was simply the lankiness of youth and not because he was underfed. Cambria wondered if his parents were nearby or if he was out here traveling on his own for some reason. In fact, he had many questions, though as ever, the Dragonling measured his words carefully whilst waiting for his acquaintance to speak.