Chapter Twelve
The Dragon’s Eye was in the sky, my father had left after a scant three days, and Iluna stood in my doorless doorway. The eye shone in my window and the window was behind me, but despite the improbable framing, Iluna stood backlit by moonlight.
“Hey, kid,” she said softly, uncharacteristically melancholy. “Sorry I was gone so long.”
I sat up in bed, accepting also that she was here. “It’s okay.”
Iluna held out her arms, and I went to her. We embraced. Her hands on my back were cold, and her body against mine was comforting.
She started to sway, and then I suppose we were dancing without music.
“How were the dragons?” I asked.
She rested her head on my shoulder. “Oh. You know dragons. Or maybe you don’t.”
“Never met one.”
“Scaly.”
“I’d figure.”
“Fiery.”
“Duh.”
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