Spring, 1347

Meratezatgh waited nervously for the green dragon’s arrival.

She had agreed to meet him and see the home he had made for them. Kharriana of Behran Island was leaving her island to join him: the thought made the bronze dragon’s heart flutter.

Even now part of him worried that the green dragon would have second thoughts about their relationship and fail to appear. Mera knew that was ludicrous, yet in the back of his mind the nagging doubt remained.

You're not good enough. She was just playing games with you.

The male dragon pushed those insecurities back. She'll come. She loves me as much as I love her. We were meant to be together.

The distant sound of hovering wings and a familiar scent interrupted his thoughts.

She's here!

Mera perked up and looked towards the sky. A speck appeared, gradually resolving into familiar horns and lithe body structure. Kharriana nodded in acknowledgement of Mera’s eye contact, then broke into a smile.

The green dragon descended in all her glory, unfurled wings catching the glow of the sun before landing thunderously upon the clearing.

For a second, the two wyrms simply stared at each other a few feet away. Then Kharriana folded her wings and loafed down. After a brief pause, Mera did the same.

*A nice place to meet, Lord Feral.* The green dragon purred.

*Yes, I hope everything is to your liking.*

Kharriana got up, took a few steps forward, and nuzzled Mera on the shoulder before giving him a kiss.

*You being here is already to my liking.*

Mera chuckled awkwardly.

The green dragon bowed dramatically and extended a forearm and wing forward. *Lead the way to your home, Lord Feral.*

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