"Wait. You've become a familiar?!" Riley screeched, claws digging into the floor so hard they left tiny scratches.
"Yes," Thyrran replied without the slightest trace of drama. "My existence now depends on yours. It is not the most ideal situation, because with you starting as a human instead of beginning life as a dragon, your dragon form would actually need to play catch-up. But with enough training, you should be able to reach the next level in the next hundred years if I am being optimistic."
Riley stopped.
Completely stopped.
His brain lagged so hard that his ears almost buzzed.
"A… a hundred years?" he whispered.
Then it hit him.
"A HUNDRED YEARS?!"
