Tilly Ann
The forest hummed with magic. I couldn't believe it. I was getting a dragon. A fucking real dragon.
It would be bonded to me, indulging my every whims and whatnot.
I could race Kess. Hell, I could race father's dragon in the next dragon tournament.
I could sneak off to God knows where and do God knows what with Greyson and return home before my mother could complete her search of the castle for me.
Sky was the limit. Lterally.
Finally, a real dragon for a real Winchester. I could explode in happiness.
I stood with Electra and Jovina near the back of the rider's circle, trying not to laugh as Instructor Mely demonstrated the proper posture for approaching the newly hatched dragons.
Her spine was so rigid she looked like she had a stick shoved so up her backside, that she couldn't help but walk that way.
And I have seen big sticks. Monstrosity attached in-between a man's legs.
