Menarx heaved a quiet sigh as he stared down at Neveah, his gaze tender and adoring...waking up to find Neveah gone from his side had been more hurtful than Menarx would like to admit.
But hearing how Neveah intended to return to his side, even hurting a rider in the process and she had accepted the merging? Menarx only now realized it was possible for dragons to have butterflies...for what was this warm, fuzzy feeling if not that?
What was this strange giddiness? For someone who had almost died a few days ago, Menarx did not think it was right to feel this elated...still, he did.
He was so elated, Menarx had caught himself smiling for no reason more times than he was willing to admit in the past hour.
All around them were beautiful flowers in full bloom, each more enchanting than the other but Menarx only had eyes for Neveah.
