Azian (Prince of Dragons)
Azian replied only able to say one word.
"Yes?" She prodded her long eyelashes kissing her skin, in such a beautiful motion Azian felt so much at ease, "I-Is-" He trailed off suddenly afraid of the answer, he cleared his throat glancing at Abigail for a second time before staring at Erania, "does she belong to me?" He asked his voice a low whisper, so low, no one heard it but Erania who smiled softly, her smile sending a warm feeling through Azian, "what do you feel little one?"