His dad was passionately talking about the history on the wall, and I actually appreciated it. There’s so much I don’t know about dragons; it’s cool to hear him talk about their lineage. I was listening intently, and after a 15-minute walk, we came to a large dining room.
Sitting there were five males who all looked similar to Daemon. There was also a girl there who looked older than us and was sitting with the oldest brother. Daemon told me all of their names multiple times, so now I just need to match their faces to their names.
“Boys, come to say hello to your brother and his mate,”
The two youngest ones, Chris, who’s 3, and Dawson, who’s 5, ran up to Daemon, demanding to be picked up.
The ten-year-old, Henry, walked up to me and held his hand out, “I’m Henry!” I shook his hand and
