Fire Chronicles
she complains as she shakes her hand.
I snort and flame rumbles up from my throat.
"That wasn't very nice." She's back to running her fingers over my scales trying to figure out how they work, I presume.
I hold back the flames by locking them tightly in my throat, and I try not to think about the horror my fire caused. No, not my fire... me. "The scales turn to armor when needed. It's easier to show someone than explain," I say in order to take my mind off what I did to Laryn's bride. I have no idea why I offer, but the words tumble out before I can stop them. "Would you like to ride?" Only brides have ever ridden me, and riding is considered sacred in the dragon realms.
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