She’s even smaller than the Balkan. With the punch she packs, size doesn’t matter.
“That’s the Dragon?” someone said in a hushed voice.
“Hyrathian ships are blue with flame colors,” Eugen said.
“Her colors are wrong then,” said Rhyes as he set the ship on the planet’s surface.
The gentle bump jarred Aden’s memory. His fingers curled and he pressed his hands against his thighs. He’d seen them a thousand times in his mother’s garden cage. Grey skinned with emerald green highlights. The ship’s colors and markings matched the tiny flying lizards.
“She’s the color of a dragon.”
His statement brought a wave of melancholy over Aden. Mother, I’m sure you would’ve found her beautiful and striking.
He tore his gaze from the ship outside. The room was silent and he glanced around the bridge. T
