“Perhaps I will be the eldest of my own den.” Andarna arches her neck, tracking a flock of birds in the sky. I follow her line of sight, then quickly look away when the brightness of the sun stings my eyes, burning into my vision for a second and making her scales look a shiny, sky blue before I blink the spots away. “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
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