One great, albeit small, golden dragon thought so too.
Everything looked right.
The sounds of his uncle and auntie carried clearly through the odd chamber, their voices mixing together and echoing softly against the stone. No one else spoke. No one interrupted. It was just the two of them, standing there, reading strange words that seemed very important, even if Orien did not fully understand why.
They kept looking at each other as they spoke. Not the crowd. Not the officials. Just each other.
Orien tilted his head slightly as he listened.
He didn't really understand much of the actual implication of the words because what was this law when dragons were the law? But that didn't seem to matter in the long run. Instead, what currently mattered was how everything felt.
It felt proper.
It felt settled.
And for reasons he couldn't explain, the golden dragonling found himself nodding slowly, as if agreeing to something very serious.
