During her years in the human world, Maggie had imagined more than once what it would be like when she met her father again.
None of her imaginings resembled the scene before her.
The black dragon clad in Mechanical Armor gazed at Sir Golosh standing before her. Magic Crystal Lamps around the Princess Landing Pad illuminated the entire square. After a small accident had dispelled the subtle awkwardness of the father and daughter's reunion, Maggie found herself less nervous than she had imagined.
She even smiled again. "Tomorrow, I'm applying to have this place repaired, Father—those craters you made are quite a problem."
Sir Golosh spread his hands. "At least it isn't entirely my fault."
Maggie froze. After two seconds of stunned silence, she looked at her father in surprise. "You can actually make jokes now?"
"I studied with Sir Keximir for quite a while..." Golosh said with a trace of embarrassment. "After you left... I thought that when you came home, you wouldn't complain that your father was as stiff as a rock and couldn't even understand a joke..."
The black dragon's long tail suddenly swayed unconsciously across the open ground, its horny scales scraping a trail of bright sparks across the sturdy floor.
"It seems you've been doing quite well in the human world," Sir Golosh said, clearing his throat softly as he looked up at his daughter. "The Cecilians made you such astonishing armor, more impressive than the armor of any king or knight. It could not have been easy to make."
"This is Iron Wings. It allows dragons born with deformities to fly freely." Maggie gently moved her neck, and layers of flowing light rippled across the armor plates on her upper body. "You're right, Father. Its creation consumed astonishing manpower and resources, but it was