The tense atmosphere was largely diffused by a sentence from Blue Dragon.
"You came specifically to find me, didn't you?" Leon spoke first, now somewhat unable to grasp Blue Dragon's intentions, "Is there something you need?"
"I heard that a Red Dragon appeared on my territory, so I came to take a look," Blue Dragon remarked upon noticing Leon's tensed muscles, "There's no need to be so nervous, sister means no harm."
"You're a teenage dragon, aren't you?" The members of the Camel Caravan could only judge Leon's age by his size, but as a member of the Colorful Dragons, Blue Dragon could tell – by looking at Red Dragon's stature, body proportions, double horns sweeping back from his head, thorny crown, and spikes – his real age at a glance.
"Yes," Leon didn't deny, "Why do you ask?"
"Shouldn't the scales of a Red Dragon gradually become duller as they age?"
