Chapter 28. The Autumn Trade Festival (4)
"What is an elf? Some strange beast type from your far off homeland? And why do you fix your gaze so firmly on another male, Lily? Have I not satisfied you enough? Your dragon stands right here beside you, bigger and stronger than any horned healer."
Tigris growled low in his throat, nuzzling my neck possessively, "He's plain, no more stripes than me, no powerful aura, nothing special to stare at, my wife."
I tilted my head, turning to stare up at Jor's towering serpent form, confused by his self proclaimed title, brushing Tigris's blond hair away from my jaw gently.
"A dragon? Real dragons from the stories I know are supposed to have massive wings, razor sharp claws, and breathe roiling fire, plus wield powerful magic, right?"
A stray thought flickered through my brain mid sentence.
