Before Orum came over, Negris and Naeli were having a private chat.
Of course, this was Naeli's idea of a private chat. Her voice was loud enough to burst eardrums. Even her Dragon Speaker, Sofia, kept her distance. The only ones left around were Negris, Ange, and other non-humans.
"At the time we were betrothed, you were only three thousand years old, still a young female dragon. I was already six thousand, nearly considered an old dragon. I usually treated you as a junior, so suddenly being betrothed to you felt strange and I felt guilty about it," Negris admitted sheepishly.
"Why would it be strange? 'Seniority' only exists in human language. Our dragon language doesn't have such a concept; we can just converse in dragon language, can't we?" Naeli asked, puzzled.
