Toronto Pearson International Airport hummed with activity in the crisp morning air. Still, Solstace and Crimson moved through it like shadows, unnoticed by the humans. They were an odd pair—the last Dragon, tall and imposing, with an aura of ancient power lingering around him, and Crimson, the half-vampire hybrid whose emotions flickered through her hair like an ever-changing canvas.
They sat in the secluded corner of the departure lounge, waiting for their flight to Yakutsk, the nearest airport to their Siberian destination, Chersky. Solstace stole glances at Crimson. Shadows of moody blue danced through her normally vibrant crimson hair, each shift mirroring the tumultuous waves crashing within her.
“You know,” Solstace started, a hint of wonder in his voice, “I’ve flown around the gl
