Lyra and the Dragon Desire

“That did not happen,” Rose said.

“It did! I swear!” Lyra said, grinning wide. “Look –“

Rose folded her hooves and gave Lyra a look. “There is no way that you know an x-ray spell. Doctors have to study for years to learn medical magic!”

Lyra paused, lifting her muzzle out of her saddlebag. “That’s the part you don’t believe?”

Rose smirked. “If you knew that sort of magic you might actually have a job.”

“I have something better than a job,” Lyra said. “I have a dragon pen-pal. Look!” She set a scroll down on the table. “He sent a picture with his last message!”

Rose unrolled it with her hooves, and glanced at it briefly. “Lyra…”

“Isn’t he gorgeous?”

“Lyra, this is drawn in crayon.”

“Well, that proves it’s not Spike,” Lyra said, defensively. “He uses ink.”