The Arena
I knew it was a dragon, I knew it was Tana’s image, but I had no idea it was a perfect replication of her.
The image is of a dragon in flight, wings spread, fire flickering in her jaws as if she’s about to blow it on an enemy. Her back feet are tucked up against her stomach as she told me she does when she’s in flight and her tail is curled below her as it wraps around my pectoral muscle.
The color is a burnt reddish color, darker than her ruby color, but very obviously the color of a fire dragon. I turn, looking in awe at my mate, my love and pride for her overwhelming me.
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