There it was again, the hot and cold breathing fanning her face.
Sage opened her eyes to see a black fur Snowflake. She almost screamed but controlled herself and sat down, staring intently at the nine-tailed fox.
She wasn't sure when she went unconscious, but she knew the dragon's back wasn't comfortable, even with the large coat she was wearing.
It was nearly evening, and she could see her kingdom ahead of her, small but promising. Sage became concerned about Cyrus as the temperature dropped. Is it possible that the cold was caused by his emotions?
As they approached the kingdom, the dragon roared, as if to alert everyone in Credia that she had arrived, and everyone came out of their homes, while those on the street paused to gaze at the sky.
They were surprised to see a dragon flying above them without attacking.
