Out of the corner of my, or our eyes, we could see the townsfolk approaching. They shuffled in, as if they didn’t believe what they were seeing, led by the bishop holding a bundle of Aria’s clothing. Aria slowly slipped her muzzle out of my embrace, before unfurling her wings again.
::I shall take care of the bridge. You stay safe.::
A blast of wind dropped me onto my rear again as she flew off, no doubt leaving me to explain what was going on to the stunned company.
“Aria is a dragon. She spoke the truth,” the priest whispered in disbelief.
I scratched my head to get rid of the wood splinters before I realized that I didn’t have thick enough gloves. Well shoot. “What I’ve been able to figure out is that Aria’s definitely a dragon,” I began, “also, there’s some weird church thing that
