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“You went to Sgaeyl?” “I make no apologies for saving your ass from your own stubbornness.”
“Violence, remember it’s only the body that’s fragile. You are unbreakable.”
“You’re currently a prize annoyance.”
“All three,” Tairn responds in utter annoyance. “To which I will remind you that not a single dragon chose her. You were selected by two. Pull yourself together.”
“You want to know something true? Something real? I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been since the night the snow fell in your hair and you kissed me for the first time. I’m grateful my life is tied to yours because it means I won’t have to face a day without you in it. My heart only beats as long as yours does, and when you die, I’ll meet Malek at your side. It’s a damned good thing that you love me, too, because you’re stuck with me in this life and every other that could possibly follow.”
“Of course you wouldn’t. Why would you, when I’m quite capable of carrying you all over the world?” I can feel his eyes roll. “You did not bond the inferiority that are gryphons. You bonded dragons. Take them for a walk and let them prove themselves.” “The way the fliers look at us is more like they expect us to prove ourselves.” “You were chosen by dragons. That is enough.”
“Aren’t you going to tell me how brilliant that idea was?” Tairn scoffs. “I chose you last year for that brilliance, and now you’d like to be congratulated like it’s something new? How odd.” “You’re impossible to impress.” “I’m a dragon, a Black Morningstartail. The descendent of—” “Yeah, yeah.”
“We do not eat our allies,” Tairn lectures. “Find another snack.”
“I am no one’s miniature.”
“Stop talking to yourself,” Tairn grumbles, as though I’ve woken him. “It makes us both seem unstable.”
“Remind her that I can sever her head with one bite,” Andarna growls,
“I’m still in my middling years,” Tairn grumbles. “You’ll be waiting awhile.” “Really?” She shimmies the harness into a more comfortable position. “I figured you were decades into your elder era. You certainly act like it.” Tairn turns his head slowly, his eyes narrowing on Andarna. “You don’t act a day over a hundred,” I reassure Tairn,
“Disengage your body parts or whatever you’re doing—”
“It was easier when you were a juvenile.”
“I didn’t listen then, either.” “Good point.”
I am the storm.
“You’re beginning to think—” Tairn starts.
“Like Brennan?” I suggest as the wyvern enter our airspace. “Like Tairn,” Sgaeyl answers,
“My saddle is stuck!” I tell Tairn
“Good. Maybe you’ll stay in it.”
“I chose you not as my next, but as my last, and should you fall, then I will follow.”
