“Vespir! My little Vespir!” It was a voice of baking bread, of calm nights in front of the fire, of warm hands smoothing her hair, of home. Overwhelmed, Vespir pitched forward, only for Karina to break the fall. As Vespir clung to her dragon’s neck, she heard that voice once more: “I’ve got you now.” Vespir couldn’t see through her tears. She felt as though a warm, wonderful liquid had filled her. “Karina,” she whispered. “How?” The dragon’s eyes held an amused gleam. She cocked her head to the side, nosing Vespir’s hair. “It’s like I’ve never seen you before,” the dragon whispered, her
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MY HEART. MAH SOUL
