King Javier, Soren, and Adnan stood at the top of the highest mountain in Arendar, Mount Sisioli.
The dragonling insisted only the three of them take the trip. He was a one-man army and didn't require the troops tugging along. They would attract unwanted attention and alert his enemies of their intention.
The King stood back with Adnan and let him take the lead. Adnan hugged himself, no one warned him that it would be so cold. It was freezing.
Yet, he seemed to be the only one with that problem. The King and his lover weren't a bit bothered by the cold weather or the ice. They stood without warm clothes but we were warm.
He rubbed his hands up and down his arms to generate heat.
"I don't know what pain you are going through but don't do anything that would put you in harm's way," Javier pleaded with Soren. As the male refused to enlighten him on what the problem was. He figured he might as well try to warn him against hurting himself.
