Zirri's adrenaline and anger had faded away seeing the dragoness that way. Her fear and suffering gave Zirri strength and energy to fly back to the castle. She found the broken window and flew back through it to see a pissed off Yakir lying face down on the ballroom floor in the middle of what looked to be a shallow hole with her father crouched over him poking him in the head. Zinno was watching over the scene while La’yi, Immi, and Reese managed the party goers.
“What the hell?” she said trying not to breathe too hard because of the pain radiating throughout her body.
“You said make sure he didn’t stop you.” Zinno said
Her father smiled at her. “What a strong young dragon you have acquired. Your finest beast yet.”
“He doesn’t like to be called that.” she said as she swayed on her
