“Why does this happen every time we have a cookout with guests from outside Obsidian?” Everly questioned as she wrinkled her nose, still watching the flock of fey dragons. “I’ll nudge them away from the airport. The last thing we need is for them to be in the way when the plane comes in for a landing. Ash, Philip, I need you two to listen and watch for the plane. I will have to focus entirely on the fey dragon hoard.”
“Anything you need,” Ashton said, grinning at her.
“I can’t believe I get to watch you use your Dragon Lord power already, and you haven’t even had that title for twenty-four hours,” Philp said, rubbing his hands together with Cherry Blossom still perched on his head.
Everly rolled her eyes at Philip before she turned back to face the fey dragon flock. She inhaled deeply,
