Rubin

Rubin

Rubin hated responsibility. Why he had been made co-hoard manager, he did not know, Maybe that was why he was only co-hoard manager instead of the only hoard manager.

Then again, Rubin also suspected he was meant to keep an eye on the other co-hoard manager. Rubise was odd, after all. Everyone knew of her strange little quirks. And someone needed to make sure she didn't become too invested in her job. Rubise would soon be paying more attention to the amount of little dust specks in the hoard than to the actual items.

Or it could be that Rubin was the only dragon who got along with odd little Rubise. They were alike. It wasn't just their coloring or their names.

But they were both obsessed. With different things, of course. But still obsessed. Rubise with her own little hoard of odd little things. Rubin with the idea of fun, excitement. There was a reason the Imperial was best friends with Con, after all.

But Rubin didn't mind the oddness.

And despite the responsibility, Rubin found that he didn't entirely mind his new job.