Goyeon trailed beside him, unusually subdued, his tail dragging slightly in the dirt. Every now and then, the dragon tilted his head toward the village, letting out a soft rumble, almost mournful.
"You'll see them again someday," Wooyun whispered, giving the beast a gentle pat on the neck. Goyeon huffed but didn't protest, his eyes glowing faintly under the twilight.
Soomin glanced over her shoulder, her expression softened by the half-light. "You grow attached too easily, young master."
Wooyun glanced at her, giving the young aide a lazy smile. Not once had he ever been told such a thing. But now that he thought about it, she was probably right. His mind couldn't help drifting to a certain black-robed man with skin as white as milk. That man really should get more sun.
"Is that a bad thing?" He asked.
