Dragoncrest Cliffs and the vision that was planted in my brain

rhaegal stays close to the obsidian and ruby, though the wounds arric have inflicted upon his have begun, with the wan of his adrenaline, smart and sting.

salmon pink tongue draws across his jowls, another low rumble lingering in his chest.

arric and mireille exchange a few more heated words but rhaegal has returned to sentry once more: golden gaze boring into the raven hued male, being sure to memorize his face and scent lest he come across it again.