Damian was still holding the portrait reverently when Vaeronyx cleared his throat—a deep, ancient rumble that suggested he was about to say something important.
Or disastrous.
"Since you are choosing a mate," the Dragon King began with great solemnity, "it is only right that I, the eldest among you, impart the wisdom of my era."
Leroy immediately stiffened.
Lorraine immediately panicked.
Damian immediately looked too eager.
Vaeronyx lifted his chin, proud and catastrophic. "In my youth, when a male desired a female, he would make his claim known by descending upon her village in full draconic form, burning a perfect circle around her home to signify devotion."
Everyone stared.
"…What," Damian whispered, horrified yet taking notes. He cannot take a draconian form, but he could probably make a perfect circle with fire.
Lorraine slapped a hand over her face. "He CANNOT do that."
