His chest expanded. He coughed.
“Toport,” Koragi murmured as she nuzzled against him. The dragon opened one tired eye and looked down at her.
“Koragi,” he rumbled softly. The growl in his throat was oddly soothing and for a time she simply lay there against him. Neither moved, nor spoke anything further, until voices neared them from behind. Koragi didn’t lift her head until she discerned the sound of beating wings above the din. Looking up, she spotted Gronax. The prince landed nearby, watching her and Toport intently. His silver scales bore numerous new gashes and marks. Blood stained his claws.
“God-child,” he called out. Koragi stood, leaving one hand against Toport’s scales as the prince went on. “You have seen the prophecy to fruition.”
“It was nearly too great a price,” she mutt
