Fiora and Gizel, in chorus. James no longer had the strength so he just looked at the dragon with surprise, he hoped, written on his face.
-So in another way?- Golden eyes swept the room. It seemed Draco was so engrossed in his work that he didn't interpret the others' reactions very well.- Will we keep the flame or the cooling longer?- He turned his head and poked one of the tiles curiously. It was evident that he enjoyed the work and did not tire at all. James groaned wondering how much energy the young dragon had.
-Didn't you get tired?- Master Vittoro seemed as surprised as everyone else.
-No, why?- Draco didn't even look up, looking at the twisted parts of the structure with fascination. The steel of which the scaffolding was made had not withstood the process.- Frequently, I was unable to practice my abilities if I didn't sneak into the classroom after class, so I had to make up the amount with intensity, or practice breathing fire on the fly.- He shrugged his powerful shoulders.- It wasn't even a warm-up.- He carefully grasped the central plate in the two claws of one paw and bent the twisted fastenings with the other. He took out a piece of blue steel and looked at it under the light.
-Draco, umm...- The blacksmith really seemed to have forgotten his tongue.- Draco?- He repeated when the dragon took no notice of him.
-Sorry, yes?- The boy turned towards Matheo.
-The boys have been winding this whole contraption up, so let's take a break.- Master Vittoro smiled at the dragon and pointed at his sons, who were slick with sweat, and the elf sitting on the floor.- Well, we don't have to rush through all this anyway.- He added and immediately laughed.
-I'm sorry, I hadn't noticed.- Draco apologetically, or at least that's what James assumed, bared his sharp teeth.- I got caught up because I haven't had a chance to practice lately.
-Well, my dears.- Fiora clapped her hands.- In that case, let's go upstairs and let it cool down here.
