Secret Flames (about dragons) -please correct/critisize!-

[Don G.]

After finishing my meager breakfast, I do my chores. I go through them in a haze. Before I know it, I have finished working. The sun has barely reached the center of the sky.
I take the cheese I have packed for lunch out of my sack. I eat quickly, hoping to meet Him.

[Don G.]

I decide I have enough time. I quickly run into the house and grab my smooth wooden bow.
"Goodbye, Mother! I am going to try hunting a few small animals for dinner. I will be back before sunset."
Mother gives me a concerned look. She thinks the Hunters are going to attack and rob me one day. She doesn't know why that will never happen. I hate letting her worry, but the alternative is killing my best friend.
"Be careful. I heard the Hunters are in the area today," Mother tells me.
"I'm always careful. But I'll be even more careful, because you're so worried."
I quickly run out of the house and down the trampled dirt pathway into the woods. One no one can see me, I take off down a different path. This path is trampled, too, but by my feet only. It's my secret pathway. I hike a little ways up the mountain we live on. There, I come upon a cave. It is familiar and comforting, unlike the first time I discovered it. I quickly glance around, an extra precaution to make sure nobody has followed me to my hidden spot. Then I step a little closer.
"Lai-Sing," I whisper, "I'm back. We can't go flying this time, but Mother thinks the Hunters have been close. I had to make sure you were okay."
I hear stones inside the cave, then River pokes his head out of the darkness.
Of course I'm okay. I've been in my cave this whole time. River answers
River is a dragon. His name is really Lai-Sing, but it translates to River. He has shimmering blue-green scales, and wings like a bat. He looks every bit the scary dragon people think of with a shiver, but he is actually very sweet.
"I knew it. Being a lazy bones, as usual," I tease.
River nudges me gently, then speaks to me in my mind. We have a special connection, which I think was caused by my touching his egg before he hatched.
I think you should be calling yourself a lazy bones. I can hear your heavy breathing from just that short walk to my cave.
"You wouldn't think that distance short if you we this small, and had to run," I answer
No, I think I'd be more like the strong Hunters you talk about. I would run every day and lift heavy things. That run would be like nothing, because I would be very muscular and good-looking.
"Hey!" I playfully protest, "I do not think the Hunters are good-looking!"