Paradox stood looking at himself in the mirror. “I wonder what Silver is doing?” He adjusted his tie and looked at himself sideways.
Crispin laughed. “Probably pacing back and forth being nervous. Yer taking this rather calm.”
There was a knock on the door. Both Paradox and Crispin looked at it. “Come in.” Crispin spoke up.
Spike poked his head in. “Hey guys, have any of you seen Big Mac?”
“My uncle? Why?” Crispin asked.
Spike shrugged. “Um… no reason.”
Paradox suddenly snapped his fingers and Spike was dragged into the room. “Why?”
Spike’s eyes widened. “You know I’m older than you Paradox. You can’t force me to talk.”
“True, but I need to know why you are asking for Big Mac?” He asked as he placed his paw on one of Spike’s small wings.
“Don’t hurt me. My wings are sensitive.” Spike whimpered. “I’ll tell you what I know!”
(Note: Spike in this story developed wings later on. He’s older and more mature in these stories. Although… Paradox is taller than Spike. He is no longer a baby dragon.)