Wheeling Gull Isle ding dong, the dragon's not dead

It wasn't just him. She was scared too. Scared out of her mind. Worried sick that she wouldn't be a good parent. Worried that she wasn't ready for this huge responsibility that would change both their lives forever. But hearing him utter the very same thoughts that echoed in her mind, did give her comfort in that she was not alone.

That was enough to prompt her to look up at him, finally. Her ears were flattened, silver eyes resting on his cheek, rather than his golden gaze. "I'm scared too. Terrified, in fact." She returned in a small voice. "If you asked me a few months ago, kids were the furthest thing from my mind." Tzila swallowed thickly, her throat feeling dry, like sand paper. "I was always used to being free, not tied down to any commitments. And...I think I'm scared of losing that most of all."