“I was like seven and Mira and I would always make fun of Raul. We would make a noise or break something and say it was him. That was until my dad caught us one time and no one believed us anymore.” She laughed at the memory of her childhood years.
“I’m glad I can talk to you. You actually listen.” The dragon growled softly in response and she got the message.
Her hand started to softly scratch his snout again. “Or at least I hope you listen.”
It was about two weeks since she started to speak to Clossos. It was weird at first but she needed someone to talk to and it just felt right.
She would spend the mornings and early afternoons in the infirmary. The late afternoon and evening were usually filled with her talking to Clo.
Then she would go to sleep, sometimes with Kronos and someti
