The dragon tipped his head back and sighed soulfully.

The dragon sighed directly at him, and Darryl put his pajama sleeve to his nose and mouth.

Then the dragon sighed and lowered her voice.

The dragon sighed gustily as it clung to the cliff looking in through the bather spell.

The dragon sighed once more.

The dragon lowered his plummaged head and sighed with exasperation.

The dragon sighed, a long, slow, lizard's hiss.

The dragon raised his head, just a little, and sighed.

The dragon sighed and opened her eyes.

The dragon sighed in relief from the strain of holding the humanoid form.