The Gentle Dragon
She's one of the hybrids that my brilliant mate saved and she walks out of the main hall with Everett.
“Are you okay, Kaylani?” he asks walking up to me and stroking his hand down my arm. I wish he would take me in his arms, hold me, just because he needs to touch me, but he won’t.
“I’m a dragon, of course I’m fine,” I say and turn, watching as Yhendorn speaks to his troupe member.
I look back at Everett and he’s watching Ancalagon flying off in the distance as he strokes Naida, helping to soothe her.