Heavy footsteps were heard as Leomon approached the main group. Gabriel turned to look at him, Leomon, held the fledgling dragon by the scarf.
“Is it awake?” Gabriel asked. Leomon nodded his head and threw him over his shoulder.
“He is currently trying to control his own body,” Leomon pointed over his shoulder, “this may happen time to time. Although he doesn’t feel pain when it happens and forgets 90% of what happens, so hit him in the head to stop him from eating you.”
“I’m sorry, what and who?” Brendan questioned while looking at the dragon.
“Okay, so long story short. This is Daomon, I know this because of this device,” Gabriel began as he pulled the small handheld out of his jacket pocket, “see, it has an image of him with his name shown above.” Brendan looked at it and took his own device out.
“I got nothing,” Brendan looked at Leomon, “how can I get one. P