Then again, maybe he should've taken an even longer bath.
Because now, every time Orien, that little menace, proudly brought up mating, babies, storks, birds, bees, and—for reasons Kael could not and would not try to understand—beads, the continentally feared dragon lord had to dig deep within his soul not to teleport the child to another island.
Just like now.
Across the sunlit garden, two small figures sat on the grass: one glowing faintly gold, with scales and wings too big for his body, and the other a human boy clutching a half-eaten cookie like it was emotional support food.
"Lord Orien, because you saw it earlier, the stork might not come..." said the despondent boy who could only find the energy to nibble on his food.
But how could he eat happily when they were facing such a crisis?
