“Who are you and who’s sent you here?” Cronus dangerously asked as he tightened his grip on the frog he was holding.
“N-no one, your highness. Nobody sent me!” The frog tried to say as Cronus looked at him sharply.
“He’s telling the truth.” Mathilda said as she flew near them and nodded at Cronus before she turned to the frog.
Cronus let him go and he leap so strongly, trying to be as far away as he can from the angry dragon.
“I remembered you from the camp we set up. Near the fallen wood before we met the fae.” He said loudly as he looked at the frog intently. “I cannot be mistaken. You are that tawny frogmouth camouflaged in the fork of an ironbark back there.”
“Yes, it was indeed me, your majesty.” The frog answered and he breathes out. “But I meant no harm for real.”
Cronus eyes
