Yet in her eyes, no traitor gleams,
But sorrow forged in broken dreams.
She lifts her veil, she speaks her name,
And dares to voice her house’s shame.
Skylar
I really don’t have time for this. Do they not understand how long it takes a person to walk versus fly? Do they not understand that I’m trying to stay incognito so no one finds out who I am?
The sweet red dragon already thanked me. That’s enough. She got her egg back, that was the point of all of this.
Yet, here I am, walking to her nest with several dragons and a rider.
“What’s your name?” I ask the rider.
“What’s yours?” he asks defensively.
“Skylar,” I say, looking at him like he’s being ridiculous.
“I’m Ryuki.”
“Hi, Ryuki. Your dragon is pretty sarcastic.”
I watch him grin, then look up at his dragon. The grin widens
