The Exiled Dragon
My shaft appreciated it greatly.
“Where did you hear that word, you silly dragon?”
“Orion and Willa wrote a book,” I said sheepishly. My face grew hot. Remembering what one of the rutting baskets held. I snatched the book quickly and hid it away so Odessa could not see.
“And what did it say?” Her eyebrows raised along with her smile. “Many things,” I coughed, rolling over to my back as Odessa and I stood connected to each other. Her head rested on my shoulder, fingers tickling my arms.