"That was amazing, Mom." Faluel said. "Did you predict everything Seryl said, or did she take you by surprise?"
"I didn’t predict her every move, only the important parts." Fyrwal shrugged. "It wasn’t that hard. I just prepared for the arguments I would have used in Seryl’s shoes. More importantly, man, if Ajatar was hot. I love a man who knows how to make an exit."
"You’re talking about his Origin Flames again, right, Mom?" Faluel asked, obtaining only a smirk in reply. "This isn’t funny, Mom. Tell me you were talking about his Origin Flames. Mom!"
***
City of Lutia, Verhen Home, a few minutes later.
"And that’s how it went down." Ajatar used a mind link to share the events of the Council meeting down to the smallest detail.
"I’m glad you solved everything without my help." Lith nodded. "Fyrwal will make a good leader, and thanks to you, I should get most of the Beast Council off my back. They were starting to grind on my nerves."
"Your kindness never ceases to amaze me." Ajatar laughed. "Attending the debate and saying a few words wouldn’t have killed you. Taking a few less calls won’t affect your routine eith-"
His communicator pulled at his consciousness, again and again, until Ajatar couldn’t hear himself thinking.
"What in the gods’ name is this?" The amulet blinked like a Christmas tree, with countless runes signaling an incoming call or a recorded message. "Who are these people? I haven’t heard from them in decades. I don’t even remember their faces!"
"Welcome to the club." Lith snorted. "A few calls my pale behind, more like a few hundred. And don’t you dare listen to any of those messages around the children. Awakened ladies often attach provocative pictures."
"Really?" Ajatar’s face lit up, at least until he noticed the frown of the ladies of the house. "I mean, thank you for the heads up. I’m going to be honest, I didn’t receive so much attention even as a young, dashing Drake."
"Maybe it’s because you never were one." Morok shrugged. "Dashing, I mean. Everyone is bound to be young during their early years."
"You ungrateful runt." Ajatar grunted. "You’re lucky I’m in too good a mood to teach you a lesson. I’ll let it slide this time."
"Why are you in a good mood?" Morok asked in confusion. "You just said it yourself. Those people want what you have, not who you are. In your shoes, I’d be sad. Save your happiness for someone who likes you for you.
"You deserve much better than an opportunistic gold digger, Master Ajatar."
The Sapphire Dragon stared at Morok with a disgruntled expression, feeling his joy burst like a soap bubble. Yet his smile returned when he realized that was Morok’s way to look out for him.
"Thanks, child." Ajatar replied. "Once again, you are right. Since you are an expert, Lith, do you have any advice for me?"
"Yes. Accept no dates, always store your drinks in your dimensional amulet, and try not to go out too much until people calm down a bit." Lith said. "What are you going to do now, Ajatar?"
"The only logical thing." The Sapphire Dragon steepled his fingers. "I’m going to practice my abilities until I become a real Dragon. Right now, I just look like one. I’m still a Drake in a Dragon’s body."
"I don’t think it’s going to be that easy." Morok said. "Look at Ufyl. He’s been a Dragon for way longer than you, and he still sucks."
"That’s because he’s a Hydra in a Dragon’s body." Ajatar replied. "Thrud knew nothing about our abilities, and Jormun never gave Ufyl lessons. He only focused on Thrud and Valeron because he didn’t want to take part in her war.


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