Phoenix Maplewood I don't feel connected to all of your lies.

Cambria couldn’t get enough of Etienne’s accent. It required some extra effort to parse some of his words, though the Dragonling didn’t mind that. He found the older man’s voice just as riveting as his physique, particularly when he shared such compelling details about his life.

Wow, he survived that? That’s… Had anyone else made that claim, he might’ve even said it was outlandish, but Cambria absolutely believed Etienne. I haven’t met anyone named Reki, although I don’t know everybody’s given names. Not many of them talk, you see.

Maybe that was another reason he found himself enjoying Etienne’s company so much. Even the Redtails who could speak didn’t often exercise the ability. Cambria might consider Mulherin his closest confidante, though more often than not, they spent their time in companionable silence.

Where exactly do you live, Etienne? the yearling asked. Maybe we could visit one another sometime.

His cheeks warmed again. The thought of parting ways made his stomach feel hollow, especially if there was any possibility they may not cross paths again. Although he did not think his strong attraction was mutual—especially seeing as Etienne had declared himself in love with another—it did nothing to deter the young male’s desire to keep this man in his life in any capacity.