Creaks and Groans — Meyari McFarland

Purple and green billowed as he exhaled. Pixie dust. Felix's one vice, helped his knees stop aching and his body remember what it was like to be young. But this batch brought rage instead of youth, violence instead of relief. Not a good thing to inflict on an old dragon hunter, especially one as not-human as Felix. Only question was who'd pay for it: his neighbor Youneda or the dealer.