Well, just freezing would have been great.
But in truth, there was a lot of wheezing and wobbling as various dramatic dragons reacted to the newest piece of information.
One such dragon was Riley Hale Dravaryn.
Newly married. Ancient beyond ancient. Yet still firmly insisting that he was twenty-five. And someone who truly could not believe that just when he thought he had experienced everything life had to offer, it had somehow found a way to prove him wrong again.
Then there was Orien Dravaryn Vathros.
A golden dragonling who was currently clutching at his own chest like he had just given his heart away.
Which, unfortunately, was not an exaggeration.
He stood there stiff and wide-eyed, one hand pressed flat against where his heart beat, as if sheer disbelief might somehow coax it back into behaving normally.
