To him, the eggs are not a prize,
But children born beneath the skies.
He fights to free them, wing and scale,
A rider sworn to truth’s own tale.
Skylar
‘How are you feeling? I was worried about you,’ Cyryl says as I lean against her body. She wraps her tail protectively around me as we watch Bynjym rise high into the sky.
‘I slept well, better than I expected honestly.’
‘You like Ryuki,’ she states.
‘Yes. I do. I feel safe with him, and I feel like I can trust him. I understand why he didn’t want to tell me about your mating flight yet. He explained it to me, and it made perfect sense. Do you trust him?’
‘I trust Bynjym and, therefore, his rider.’
‘Why do you trust him?’ I ask, honestly curious since the dragons seem to have a different set of criteria than humans do.
‘He’s sho
