Draft one of "Dragon's Mid-knight" finished.
Gerard took a few steps back and planted his feet. "When I yell, you need to push."
"So tired." The great and mighty Tyrn had struggled with birthing this child for weeks. The process would have killed almost any other creature in creation.
"You can do this. You are Tyrn the Magnificent." He took the slack out of the chain and gave it an experimental pull. The dragonling would come out, but only if the mother was able to push. He could guide it the short distance it needed to come. Only if he had a block and tackle or a team of men could he pull it free on his own.
"I can't. Leave me to die, human."
"That, I can't do. If you die then this life inside you will die."
Tyrn shook her head. "It will live. Eventually it will claw its way out. Such things have happened before."
"It needs you as a mother. If you do not push then I will cut it from you and kill it myself." He hated to speak the lie, but prayed that it would motivate her.
She raised her head and glared at him. Where her eyes had dulled, they now blazed with life. "You dare to threaten my unborn?" Smoke drooled from one nostril.
"If it gives up on life as easily as you do, I'd be doing it a favor. Without a mother to rear it, it would be nothing more than fodder for a hunter in a few months, a year at most. Your hoard would be scattered to the wind."
Flames shot out from Tyrn's maw, bathing the knight in their fierce heat.