The Exiled Dragon
Lura’s eyes glanced at me, looking me up and down.
“The poor thing. Where did you find her? Are you alright?” The softness in her eyes was welcome as she rushed to me, pulling on the cloak now covered in mud. Even though it was dirty, I didn’t want to let go of what little of Creed I had left. “Oh, honey, let’s get you cleaned up.” Her nose inhaled, dropping the cloak.
Ah, right, the smell.
“You... smell like dragon.” Lura looked at Jhaan and scowled. “What have you done? Did you take a dragon’s mate?” she hissed. “There are repercussions for that!” Jhaan shook his head, held up his hands to explain.