Ara closed and then opened her eyes. She was just imagining things.
And she was right. Emyr Viceroy was gone. The dragon stood in front of her. His head hung sideways as though waiting for her to continue.
"Do dragons have their red days of the months, too?" No. This dragon was a male. Maybe, he had a tantrum. Her finger scratched her jaw lightly.
"Do you want to hear a song? Though my voice isn't that good..." She shook her head.
"Ah, let me dance for you!" Ara had been trying to be a ballet dancer when she was a child. Her dance education was stopped when her mother refused to pay her tuition.
"Your father cut back on child allowance. We don't have enough money!"
Ara remembered crying in her sleep. She was deeply disappointed.
The dragon sat back at a big rock and watch her expe
