(Steamie? That's a cute nickname...
Meanwhile, with the dragons and Spitfire...
"Oi - l-leave him alone!" Steam yelled valiantly yet frightedly at the dragons, "D-do you have a-anything better t-to d-d-do? Cloudsdale Market are selling lives, you should go and get one; they're free!" she gulped. Maybe it was not wise to say that. But in the end, she did. In addition to her comeback, she added "I bet you were up all night trying to come up with an insult, well if you want to make fun of your brother, who is different and waaaayyyy more unique than YOU'LL ever be, you'll have to cross over my dead body (here she is worried that she'll be trampled on by them, but Spitfire and bodyguards are here), with witty insults! Do you want a verbal fight? You'll GET a verbal fight! You (mean, scary, nasty) dragons don't scare me! Come at me, bro, roar into my face, burn my mane off, because NEWS FLASH, I don't care!"
Steam's gears were grinding as she blurted out everything in her mind, her eyes all red from trying to hold back the frightened tears. She couldn't take back anything she said now.
How Can I Love And Tolerate You If You're Being Unkind?