The Exiled Dragon
It made me itch to go back and sit with him.
“How much longer?” I groaned. Lura and Daine were braiding my hair, putting in an intricate, almost Celtic looking design. It was half up with beautiful pink and purple flowers weaved through my hair. My dress matched, holding a deep purple with gold trimmings and leaves adorned on the bottom.
“Almost, then you can go back to your mate,” she sang. “How does it feel? Having a mate to love?” She sighed like it was the greatest thing.