He walked back out once he was sure he had his focus back and calmly studied the group as they made their way through the city. He wasn’t close enough to hear their conversation, but he got a good look at the dragon. It was taller than the ponies but was the shortest dragon Handy had ever seen. About a foot shorter than Handy was tall at the least, it was rather on the wiry side, but he had no idea if that was normal for dragons his age or not. One thing was for certain, he definitely lacked the ferocious countenance of the dragon he had fought at the festival months ago. No wings, no horns, just rounded green spines running down its head to its tail. That was bizarre. Could dragons be wingless?