Drakania
Gunner came with clothes for both of us, and when I saw him his cheeks were red. “Gunner, are you warm?” I teased him. He turned his gaze from me.
“Um. . . sort of, yeah I guess,” he stuttered.
“Oh honestly Gunner, she’s just a woman!” cried Thomas.
“She’s our Luna! We’re not supposed to see her like this!” Gunner protested. I laughed. With all the drama that was going on, this interaction was very appreciated.
“Gunner, I really don’t mind,” I said, approaching him and gently taking the clothes from him.
“What if I mind?” shouted Nathaniel. I handed him his clothes and shook my head.
“I forget you’ve never been to a dragon party. Our evening wear is not as modest as yours.” I could not hide my smile, thinking of my wild nights back home. Emb
