Yara stood by the window, watching the sun dip behind the large spires of the noble districts. The sky gradually darkened with deep shades of twilight filling the
The night was approaching and the team would soon be here for the child.
The dragon paced restlessly, his usual calm demeanour replaced by an edge of anxiety. He paused as Yara sighed and moved away from the window.
"Is it time?" the dragon asked, his voice low and rumbling
Yara nodded, rubbing her forehead. "It is."
The baby dragon, oblivious to the growing tension, played quietly on the bed, a small pile of toys scattered around him.
"Alright, little one," Yara said softly, crouching beside the bed as she looked at the child. "We need to talk."
The child looked up with wide, curious eyes. His small hands clutched a worn stuffed dragon, a new addition to his growing collection.