That was all.
Just a tail.
A long, sleek, violet-colored appendage that swayed lazily behind Valkar like it had a mind of its own.
But of course, Kael had been cursed at birth with the unfortunate facial expressiveness of someone whose every passing thought was broadcast in full cinematic clarity for anyone paying attention.
He couldn't hide his curiosity, his irritation, his confusion… or the mortifying heat that sometimes flashed across his cheeks when his brain decided to wander into dangerous territory.
And Valkar… well.
Valkar was not just "paying attention."
No, the dragon was the kind of predator who could catch the twitch of a rabbit's ear in a hurricane. If there was a stray thought crossing Kael's face, Valkar would see it, read it, translate it into an entire paragraph, and probably annotate it with footnotes.
So when Kael's gaze dropped — purely, purely out of logical investigation — Valkar caught it instantly.
