As days passed the Castellians and Dragonirs continued training, gathering daily in the woods was becoming a routine.
Though Meg could see the instinct of both the races to kill each other hasn't lessened they were still bearing each other,tolerating each other for the sake of defeating blackbleed demons.If this isn't a epic example of compromise I don't know what is.
"Why does your chief look at you like that?"Meg asked Roan cautiously one afternoon.
Roan had just shown her a new move in his usual human form , though it looked very much normal when he did it, it screamed "Dragonair"
"Like what?" he asked in the formal, distant tone he always seemed to use around her and despite herself, Meg felt a twinge of displeasure though she was aware it was good for both of them to remain that w
