I spend the first night since the claiming without my dragon. It's awful. The sheets smell of him. I curl around his pillow and toss and turn the entire night. I miss my dragon. Peter brings me food. I practice a bit, though I don't have my heart in it. I have no idea what I would do if my dragon didn't return. My breath catches in my throat. I can't begin to comprehend the pain my dragon goes through when his brides die. I am completely unable to take my mind so deep into that darkness.
My dragon can't love me for a reason.
My pulse quickens when a dragon's shadow covers me while I'm in the tower stretching before I run the stairs. It's afternoon and I ate only a light lunch so I could get my exercise in and hopefully sleep better tonight. I'm hoping it's Laryn while fearing it's Sarn.
