A Dance of Djinn
The dream began as it always did, a cloudless sky, dark with Night, and shadows spilling across the land.
He should fear the Shadows, because he knew the power they held - the power to overcome, to overthrow, to reinvent...it was a power that he needed to free his own, and he'd been waiting for it a long time.
The darkness coalesced into a slim form, hair as black as the blackest night, eyes that sparkled with stars deep in their depths.
She met his gaze, and then bowed. "I am here to keep my word to the True King of cQuic. It is time to reclaim what is yours."
He opened his eyes...and knew the dream was finally true.
Look for me In...
A kiss. One kiss. Stolen from between the slats of the bars, all they could manage between the steel that caged them both: she within a room filled with pillows and silks; he by the chains his own mother ordered wrapped about him.
Dragon Scale Color:
Brawn and grit.
Louva Qoralique and Faragran ___________
Anything but farming.