The door of the abandoned shack burst open. Juun rushed in quickly followed by Robin who shut the door behind them. Juun surveyed the interior. It was dark inside with the exception of a faint flickering coming from the next room over. Robin darted to the window. Juun went to investigate the flickering light.
“How strange…” said Juun. She was staring at a creature on an old wooden table. It was a small, scaly thing with a long neck and tiny wings folded against its back. The tiny lizard was arranging candles around itself lighting them in turn with its fiery breath. “What is it doing?” she asked.
“That’s a candle dragon,” said Robin glancing over his shoulder. “You find them in abandoned homes and camps. They like to make nests out of leftover candles. They light the wick and lay their eggs in the hot wax.” He turned to look out the window. “I think we lost them,” he said. “We should take shelter here tonight.”