But I don't even feel anything when Bartholomew uses magic. There's no warning, he just does it."
"He is responsive and intelligent, no?" Immianthe lectured, waving a hand at the boisterous tattoo as it played across Annabel's hand which rested close to the sprite on the dragon's finely scaled chest.
Annabel nodded with a smile as her little dragon turned to look up at her, hopeful for approval.
"Then you must learn to communicate with him and embrace the magic of this wonderful enchantment so that you are one Being."
Annabel's breath hitched at Immi's use of the word. Could she be... a Being? Perhaps not in the true sense of the word but that wouldn't matter to her so much. She could be something more than human. Something relevant, someone to stand beside a dragon and meet all challe
