Dawlya’s Dragon
Instead, he studied her the way Chance had during the magic assessment, careful, precise, not unkind.
“Avi, I need to see your Dawlya tattoo.”
Her spine stiffened instantly. “No one outside my family has asked me that in over a century.”
“I wouldn’t,” Morgan said gently, “unless I believed it mattered.”
She hesitated only a moment before inhaling slowly and letting the concealment fade. The lines bloomed into view along her cheek and neck clean, elegant, layered with meaning most people would never understand.
Morgan’s breath caught. “Five levels,” he murmured. “Nature-aligned, but the geometry is pure central-circle design.”
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