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Once the Valkyrie learned that Tres was an Ishim, a child of a god and a human, their attitudes completely changed. They released the binds around Geraint and Gawain and placed us all astride the backs of the dragons. Tres rode at my back. The dragon's hide was spacious and secure, but he pulled my back against his front regardless. I didn't protest.
The dragons took off, and commercial air travel, even by private jet, was forever ruined now that I flew Valkyrie Airways. To feel the sun on my skin and the wind in my hair as the world fell away. The pulsing heat of the dragon, the feel of the smooth scales, the sound of their wings as they soared. It was all etched into my brain, and I knew I'd dream this reality for always.
We left the fae realm as the sun set over the lush landscape
