A smile pulls at my lips as the memory engulfs me of the time Tisur couldn’t find Jesper after he woke up the night after a battle and almost burned down a forest to go and look for him. Jesper was only just taking a piss a few yards away. They were newly bonded, and the memory of Jesper running through the woods yelling ‘I’m here! Don’t roast me!’ will forever be ingrained in my mind. Especially because his dragon isn’t even a fire type. Tisur spews water.
