Literature
HEART TO HEART: Part IV
[DEVIATION]
The fire crackled beneath the evening sky, its orange light flickering across the stony ground.
At one side of the fire, Hugo sat with his wings folded comfortably against his sides, watching the flames lick around the ends of the sticks he had arranged into a crude spit. The remains of a cow hung on the stick, which Hugo turned with his beak whenever necessary. A handful of rocks surrounded the fire to keep the embers from spreading into the dry grass. The spit itself was hardly elegant, but the sturdy branches resisted the fire well enough.
Across from him, the large dragon lowered his head towards the cooking meat and sniffed.
“A clever arrangement,” he remarked, “I have seen men cook this way before, but I confess never considering making one myself.”
Hugo looked up at the dragon. “I learned it from humans.”
The reptile glanced at him. “Humans?”
“Nice humans, that is,” Hugo added quickly.
The corner of the dragon's mouth curled slightly. “That is a word I
