Ever since the bond was established, Originus had been silent. Not a word, not even a flicker of his presence in Leon's mind. At first, Leon had wondered if the ancient dragon had fallen asleep, or maybe, like most powerful beings, it simply didn't care to speak unless it found something worth saying. Either way, the quiet had stretched on for so long that Leon almost forgot there was another consciousness tethered to his soul.
That was, until now.
And of all things, the first words the primordial dragon spoke were to complain about his hair.
Leon stared at his reflection in the mirror, pale light spilling over his shoulders as the long strands of white shimmered faintly. His reflection stared back, expression calm and eyes cool, but the voice that came through the glass wasn't his.
