He would never live it down if the other dragons heard about it.

He spoke into his bread, so that the dragon could not see him or hear him.

The dragon heard her, and used his fire to scorch the soldiers, which was a fun scene.

No matter how silently he did it, the dragon would hear.

But now the dragons could hear them again, for the blanket of silence was gone.

The dragon heard and dove toward them, but he was not fast enough.

My dragon heard his name, though, and reacted immediately.

But the little green dragon did not hear her.

Desperately trying to free himself, the dragon heard a crashing sound.

The link was never broken, and the dragon would only hear that one person, or so Petiron had said.