"The sky's voice," he said by way of greeting, his fingers leaving trails of harmless lightning across her golden skin.
Their joining was elemental in the most literal sense, like being embraced by a summer thunderstorm, powerful yet nurturing. The storm crystal pulsed with silver-blue energy as their bodies moved in rhythm, electricity arcing between them in visible currents that should have been painful but instead felt like pure vitality flowing through her veins.
Through their bond, Maya glimpsed Cassius's memories of riding hurricane winds, of dancing among cloud formations, of centuries spent as the unpredictable variable in dragon politics. His adaptability added a new dimension to her tactical awareness, teaching her to embrace chaos rather than merely control it.
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