An upset dragon is hard to ignore. Even the ones with sentience.
As Abaddon, his wives and children rode in a carriage on Gandora's back, it was noticeable to everyone just how absent he was.
It was rare for him to pick a window seat.
While the ride droned on minute by minute, Abaddon continued to hold his chin in his hand while he stared out the window into the space between realms.
A pair of headphones covered his ears that were nearly identical to Thrudd's. Perhaps it wasn't the most dignified thing for a ruler to wear, but it wasn't like anyone was going to jump down his throat about it.
Abaddon had only gotten through about three or four songs before he felt a weight settle in his lap.
Gabbrielle, in a precious white dress and lacy socks, gestured for her father to remove his headphones.
He did so, and showed her a warm smile that made it hard to believe anything was wrong. "Need something, Peach?"
