Ydren’s warm breaths mingled with the mild breeze blowing through Lessia’s hair, and the wyvern’s eyes were glossed, a sheen covering the deep purple as she cocked her neck. But as the wyvern’s snout nudged her, it didn’t fill Lessia with fear. Instead, her own eyes misted with tears. Clenching her jaw to stop them from spilling down her cheeks, Lessia got out, “I am lonely, too, sometimes.”
I’m actually gonna cry.
