The tattoo parlor they were going to was on top of a hill and the ten minute flight to get there might have taken thirty minutes if they had walked.
The artist was a young female dragon who was polite and offered Eamon a friendly smile when they walked in.
"She is a half breed. Her father is human." Valerion explained when he noticed his mate was still in awe at being treated so nicely by a dragon he had just met.
Most dragons disliked humans.
Eamon noticed her skin tone was slightly paler than most dragons that had deep olive tanned or brozened skin tones.
Hers had a light olive tan.
Eros had told him it was the fastest way to spot a halfbreed.
They were quite rare and they were also not really liked by both humans and dragons since they didn't fully belong on one of the two sides.
Eamon felt something akin to pity as he looked at the young artist. He hoped she wasn't lonely.
"What should I help you with today?" She asked as her eyes darted between them.
