Beyond the wall
Talorgan reached up to pat Biersys just beneath beneath her maw. A ripple ran down the hide of the dreq-wyrm. He knew she was always on edge whilst waiting for a dragon to land.
He was about as happy to have to talk to some high born child that would look down at him in...
"I will not wear this."
"You will."
And that - as much as it pained him - was that. His mother was not done.
"It has taken them two days to scrub the stench of the wilds off you and I will not have you putting some...tribal affair back on."
She managed to turn up her nose at the idea...
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