Morian studied the tiny dragon whose eyes followed the departing figure of her mate. She walked over to the small bench that had been set up for Cara’s frequent visitors and sat down. With a wave of her hand, a servant appeared with refreshments. She waited patiently, not saying anything until the tiny dragon turned her head back around to look at her. Morian finally spoke just as Cara’s eyes began to droop.
“It’s a shame about Trelon,” Morian began. She paused to take a sip of her drink. Cara’s dragon picked her head up at the sound of her mate’s name. “He’s dying, you know.”
Cara’s dragon stared at Morian, listening.
Morian looked pointedly at Cara. “You are killing him, Cara. You see, without you he cannot survive. Each day a little more of him fades away as he watches you. He doesn’
