MIRA
“You’ve been a naughty little mage”, he says in a lower than usual voice…
“Uh-huh”, I say while my fingers travel to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them as if they’ve done it hundreds of times before, “So, soooo bad!”
The shirt falls to the floor and I see the naked, muscly, well-sculpted back of the gerdian lord for the first time. Well, the real me. The one in the dream is pretty comfortable with the sight. What grasps my attention is a tattoo on his left shoulder blade – it’s a black dragon curling into a circle with only its wings protruding beyond the shape, big and powerful wings. Beautiful but also scary for some reason… Is it my sick imagination? Derrien definitely does not look like a tattoo kind of man. Mostly mercenaries and lower-ranked warriors that come from com
