Erik
I’d be glad to never see this blasted church again. Someone brought me some clean clothes and a wet cloth to wipe the sulphuric smelling demon blood off my face. It would take many showers to get the stench out.
Avery laid exhausted across the pile of coats, her red curls spilling over the edge of the stone seat. Watching her heal the humans was a wondrous sight. I felt the dragon fire wash through her, and my dragon stirred, sensing her own dragon spirit more strongly than we’d ever felt it. What would she look like shifted? A magnificent red dragon with golden spines. No one had seen a red dragon for centuries. Yet here she was, fragile without access to that part of herself. I needed to tell her everything. Let her decide.
“Mate her, let mate fly.”
“We need to be patient,” I to
