Standing there and looking at the Outlander she had missed for years, the young Red Dragon Young Lady pressed her little black leather shoes together, her tail behind her still lightly tapping the ground. After explaining the current situation, she opened her arms to Shade again.
Once Shade understood and gave her a hug, Fiona took a deep breath with some apprehension. Then, satisfied, she caught the scent of her own mother dragon on him, undiluted by the scent of any other of her kind.
That meant there were no other Dragon Young Ladies by his side.
She wanted to do something in this Dream of the Future Council and ask whether he was living well now, but she also knew that this meeting would not last long.
"Shade, lie down here and sleep a little longer. I'll go call the teachers."
"But—"
"Don't worry, the ritual is still very stable. Sleep. We'll see each other again in a moment. Sleep, Shade."
Everything before his eyes became hazy again. His consciousness, which had only just recovered clarity, seemed to plunge back into an abyss. Fiona's figure beside him blurred; she seemed to be reaching out to touch his face, but Shade could no longer tell.
He stretched his arms onto the round table before him again, then fell back into slumber.
This sleep was quite brief. The mixed scent of violets and roses quickly guided his consciousness out of Chaos once more.
That fresh, elegant floral fragrance was truly pleasant. It was not merely comforting and reassuring, but gentle like the moonlight of night itself.
He heard her laughter, then suddenly woke, refusing to let his chaotic thoughts continue spiraling.
He sat bolt upright as though waking from a nightmare, then saw a fair hand wearing Gold Rings waving before