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"Father, nothing of the sort!" Drake said angrily. "She's my disciple, that's not the type of relationship we have!"
"Y-Yeah..." Amethyst sighed, blushing as she became more embarrassed with each dragon they met who thought the two of them were mates. "Please don't misunderstand..."
"Oh, alright then," Fafnir said, carrying a bag of crystals. "So what do you two need?"
"I wanted to speak with grandmother. Is she awake?" Drake asked.
"Your grandmother Svartalf? She is. Come with me, I'll bring you to her," Fafnir said.
The trio took off into the skies once more, where Fafnir led his son and Amethyst to Svartalf's giant, imposing body, blending with the shadows of the land and the dark skies. Her glowing red eyes glared from above after she noticed they arrived.
