Emerald Eyes and Golden Hoards
“Your father never told you that he was a dragon?”
“A what?” She chalks her calm, collected tone, even in the midst of the most bizarre statement to the fact that she is still processing her father’s death. She is still processing it, and the man’s funeral being less than six hours ago hasn’t made it any easier. So not only does she chalk her tone up to the somber occasion, but also the statement.