After taking a shower, Eiran stepped out of the washroom, already dressed. Putting on clothes had been no less than a war lately, as he had to be careful with his movements so as not to tear them. When Zayden had first bought him thin-sleeved tunics, the boy had puffed his cheeks in displeasure. However, now, they were exactly what came in handy. He only needed to make sure he slipped his monster-like arm in first.
Kuro fluttered his wings rapidly, flying off to who knew where.
The boy narrowed his gaze, following the small dragon with his eyes.
"We have been waiting for you." A familiar voice came from behind.
Eiran stiffened, cold sweat running down his forehead. He swallowed hard, immediately putting his left arm behind him, as if that would truly hide it. Slowly, he glanced to his right.
Zayden was seated on the couch, wearing a dark blue shirt and black pants. Beside him sat his father, Ren, looking at the boy as though he hadn't noticed Eiran's unusual appearance at all.
