The dense forest loomed around them as Yara and the dragon navigated through the thick underbrush. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and ancient wood, and the soft rustle of leaves was the only sound that accompanied their footsteps.
They were both lost in their thoughts, barely noticing the gnarled roots that seemed to creep closer or the mist that had begun to swirl around their ankles, clinging to their skin like a living thing.
The dragon walked a few paces ahead, his expression tense and brooding. His thoughts were a tangled mess of frustration and confusion, emotions that he still wasn't accustomed to dealing with.
She's hiding something," he muttered under his breath. "I know she is. Why else would she avoid my questions?"
His eyes flicked up toward the towering trees that seemed to lean in, something felt off… was it him? This forest or the woman?
