"I shall name him Morpheus Aramis," Ember chuckled.
"He'd rather not be part of the family then," Draven replied with a chuckle. "He'd never accept it. He has his own identity."
"I know, I was just trying to be funny. I can already picture his displeased face, like he's saying, How dare you even think that? I'd never be an Aramis or anyone related to that Dragon. I'm a Divine Eagle, not a Dragon," Ember giggled.
"He'd definitely be enraged," Draven said with a smile.
"Will you check on him for me? Once he's fine, I'll meet him," she suggested.
Draven hummed.
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After an hour, Draven made his way to the cave at the top of the mountain where Morpheus was staying. Inside, Morpheus lay on a makeshift bed, curled up uncomfortably, clearly struggling.
"Doing good, eagle?" Draven asked as he entered the cave.
"Get lost, you damn Dragon," Morpheus replied, his voice strained with pain.
