Sacred Flame
I sighed and looked down.
Cassius put his finger under my chin. Our eyes met as he said, “Use your imagination. What would you like your dragon to look like?”
That is something that I have never thought about. Dragons have always frightened me, ever since I was attacked when I was six. If my dreams were any indication, dragons killed my parents. I have no reason to want a dragon, but The Trio did save me. I will try because I am alive because of them. “She would have blue eyes, because I love blue eyes,” I began to blush, as his blue eyes twinkled at me, before a bit of red dotted them. “Her scales would be white, iridescent, and maybe accentuated with gold or silver.”
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