"Are you making a wish?" she asks.
"Stars don't grant wishes," he answers, "But dragons have been known to, when so inclined."
Every time he calls himself a dragon, Allyriane trembles a little. She thought she knew what dragons were from the stories she read, but now she's not so sure she knows anything about dragons at all. "When you're in the fae, you appear as a dragon? Like a great winged lizard."
"In battle certainly. I had the honor of serving as your father's mount. But I just as often appear as you see me now. It makes conversation easier, for one."
"But, what is your true form?" Allyriane asks.
"You ask a question you already know the answer to; your heart speaks to mine."
His words send her heart racing. "Then you know what I wished for?"
"I do," he answers.
"How long do you wish me to stay?"
"Always," she answers, "But I know you will have to leave me, to fight your war."
"This war is never ending, Lyri, you had the right of that. As long as things here in the mundane world continue as they are, the fae will be at war with itself. Your father always knew that, and often despaired at the futility of our cause. I love my homeland, but I cannot save it, not from within. So I pledge myself to you, now, and take up your cause. If you will have me, I will stay with you, always."
Generation 4 begins here. A reminder of the roll:
Couple, 4 kids. Primary career is Political. Secondary is Job Hopper: Music/None/Author/Busker/Freelance Science/None/Mixologist/Busker/Farmer/Farmer
Goal is living green and Misc Fun is Tattoo addict.