At first they just called him names or didn't talk to him at all, but then Pirce decided he was his favourite punching bag and started to bully him regularly. He was a few years older so he had an advantage both in strength and in dragon skills, but he never appreciated Draco, who, forced by circumstances, gained his skills earlier and faster than anyone else.
It was these two who became best friends. Jeviev had no one except her mother, who was constantly at work to earn their keep. Draco was all alone not counting the elderly dragoness who was his guardian. He didn't know who his parents were or what had happened to them. All he knew was that they had both passed away leaving him in the care of the older woman.
They met essentially by chance. She was once again roaming the nooks and crannies of Dagos, he was hiding from Pirce's gang. From then on, they began to hang out, talk to each other, play together, and for the first time they both behaved like normal children.
-Madame Nasua is worried about you,- whispered Jeviev.-You should go home.
-You're right.- He sighed and rubbed his black eye.-As always, but before I go back I'll see you off.
-So let's go.- She smiled at the dragon and stood up lightly from the floor.
-Another beautiful day?- Bleist asked as he entered the study.
-Not for everyone,- muttered Othis in a bored voice.You can enjoy your holiday, but I have to work.-He picked up the cup standing in front of him on the carved table and took a few sips of the strong black coffee.
-When did you get up.- Bleist looked at his friend with a critical eye assessing his state to be sleep-deprived to say the least.
-I honestly didn't lie down at all.-The ambassador sighed and rested his head on his hands.-I still had to deal with this and that, and today is not shaping up to be a lighter day at all.
-What is it this time? -The Counsellor plopped down in the
