BoundMalachite circled the destroyed house high above. He'd watched calmly as the red dragon carrying Ellie had emerged from a dragon thread. For now, the moment to unleash his fury upon the girl was quenched, the emotional confusion of the bonding tiring his thoughts and actions. So Malachite watched quite dispassionately as the girl and dragon raced about the destroyed house, neither pleased at taking so much from her, nor displeased at not wishing to descend and make good on his promise to her for a painful death.
Malachite turned and allowed the winds to carry him away on his outstretched wings. A slight wriggle from his chest brought his attention back to the child.
Cold. A tightness within the body. Short breaths.
Malachite instinctively lowered the child until it came into contac
