"I leave for one hour, and this is what happens?"
I hung my head, helpless before Soltair's exasperated question. "It's not like you being there makes it any better," I muttered. It used to, but I had too many memories of him standing idly by.
He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Fine, but you'd better win. I won't have you bringing shame to our party, you hear? The City Lord and his councilors are already skeptical enough that we let a dragon slip away."
I dipped my head submissively, grateful he didn't accidentally punish me again. News of the duel had through the campus like wildfire, and Soltair asked us about it the instant we arrived at our lodgings within the Central Citadel.
Trithe sat on the couch beside Soltair, snuggling into his embrace. "I've heard of this Prince Eric. The Fire Kingdom is well known for their, well, use of Fire Magic."
