Heavy-lidded though his eyes were, and near dead with sleep, the tapping was new. He instinctively raised his head, retreating from her neck and straightening so that his nose was somewhere around her brow. He licked his lips, and cracked open his eyes just enough to see through them, giving off the impression that he was squinting despite the lack of sunlight on his face.
He'd been dreaming of wrestling with a cousin of his, a much smaller drake, albeit large in his own respect. He'd been winning, but now he awoke to see Melly's face not inches from his own.
"Yes, little bird?" He said sleepily, the deep bass of his voice vibrating into her chest. He didn't pay it attention, as the vibrations were commonplace for him, but they were in such close proximity that she would have felt every word as well as heard it.
