Soren slowly opened his crimson eyes to find himself lying on a pallet of soft blankets and sheets, the chipper sound of voices echoing from just outside of Elle and Tami’s cottage home.
The dragon blinked, lifting a paw to rub at his crimson eyes before he slowly worked himself upright. He was incredibly sore and weary, but all it took was recalling the last things that had happened to him to put life and energy back into his step.
Ike hadn’t abandoned him. Mistakes had been made, but their friendship remained steadfast and stronger than ever.
A small smile flickered to the dragon’s lips as he shook himself, moving over to the door and nudging it open with his snout. It was funny to him how the movement didn’t disturb him as it once would’ve. After accepting the part of himself that he had always fought against, being stuck as a dragon didn’t seem so bad.
Especially not when Ike had completely accepted it, as well.
Soren stepped outside, blinking at