Godzebo have been laying on the green turmuluk sofa for hours, he had had those apathy happenings when Aramtenek was not back in her King dome. Depressed dwarf dragon, who could imagine that? However, that was the truth. He heard steps approaching the door and became alert. When he was sure 100 per cent that key hit the lock, he unexpectedly for himself burped with the fire and burnt his fur on the forhead, he yelled from pain and happiness; they both coincided at that moment. He was happy to see his Aramtenek but his forehead was on fire, not literally already, it just was red and burning.
Aramtenek hugged him and after assessing the situation, she dumped a jug with the cold water on him and he choked on his own steam this time.
-You are such a messy mess, you are silly boy, she whispered.