Neveah stood, watching as Menarx took his dragon form with the ease of mastery, his ruby red scales catching the rays of sunlight.
He stretched his wings out, grunting quietly as his large orbs moved to settle on Neveah.
For a moment, Neveah hesitated. Before this time, it could be said that riding Menarx was in a situation where they had no other options left.
That way, Neveah could still say it would mean nothing, but this time was different... this time, this would be her own choice.
This would mean complete and absolute acceptance of Menarx as her dragon.
Though at this time, it would mean nothing more...it would also mean nothing less.
'He is the best choice for us, Veah. We are in need of a bond to restrain my bloodthirst... Menarx is the one I trust the most.' Neveah's wolf reminded her.
Though Neveah and her wolf were one entity, they did not always have the same opinion and it was the same now.
