Going for a Nice Summer Swim

saphira-2-piece-swimsuitHaving such a close relationship with my own dragon, Dragula, and having read countless books and old texts about these majestical creatures I can really relate to my capricious, energetic, and loving granddaughter, Saphira. You see, she’s part dragon. Now Dragula has never manifested into his mortal form, although I know he has one.  He feels like he has no use for it, for he’s accepted in his true form as in all his glory.  Not all dragons feel that way however.

While most seem to cling to a solitary life, in truth they seek companionship just like any other creature.  Oftentimes, they develop real human connections, which turn romantic.  That’s how Saphira came to be.  Her mother, a mortal, fell in love with what she believed was a wonderful man.  For years, they lived together and he would travel a lot but would return often.  Then when she became pregnant, he had no choice to tell her his secret.  The pregnancy was not unlike a mortal’s pregnancy with the exception of the birth.  What Saphira’s mother delivered was a leathery sac that formed into a dragon’s egg shortly after.  It is as if there are two gestational periods for dragonkin.  After the first, the second takes only a short few months at which time the egg hatches and what seems to be a mortal baby is delivered.  How they grow and develop from there has varied differently from type to type in my experience.

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The Tribunal of Marius de Romanus, Pt. 17

cherry-watching-the-trialMy husband and I entered the room together right as Merida was walking down to testify. Carrie was on her feet wanting soooo much to go with Merida but she was not allowed. Va’lis could do absolutely nothing for Merida but hug her. He had to let her go do her thing. I simply just confidently kissed her cheek. I knew my daughter would give them hell the likes of which they had never seen.

I looked over to Carrie and she had moved to the front and damn near pressed her face to the glass wanting to see everything and for them all to see her.  She was getting stronger by every minute. She wanted to be sure Merida could see her through the glass. I squeezed her shoulder before passing through and sitting down next to Falke. My husband stood by Carrie’s side for a while before sitting on the other side of me, next to Rich. Rich was bouncing his knee up and down. You could tell he was anxious and there was a sense of overprotectiveness to him. Va’lis put his hand on Rich’s knee to stop the motion. Rich gave him a haphazard smile. The two of them were getting along fabulously. At least one thing was going right for Va’lis. 

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The Tribunal of Marius de Romanus, Pt. 12

cherry-seated-sexyI saw the desperation in his eyes, I knew he needed me.  I couldn’t say no.  I stood up and quietly followed him out the side door.  We walked for what seemed like forever, ducking into the nooks and crannies of the underground lair. Then finally he turned around where he felt comfortable.  I crossed my arms, leaned on the wall and began to speak… but he stopped me.  The touch of his finger on my lips lit the fire in me like no other man could ever do.  Not even for Lucius, my favorite progeny, did I ever feel this for.  “No. Let me say what I need to say first,” he continued, “and then you can scream, hit , yell or do whatever you want to me.” he said. What came next was a flood of confessions and apologies for which the sincerity couldn’t be faked.  He spoke of love, like he really knew what that word meant.  I almost believed him. I listened to all of it until he turned to me pleading for a response. 

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Aftermath, Pt. 4

imageMarius needed all his strongest Legionnaires called home. He had asked me to bring my best most formidable commanders to Sosaria. Some of them have never traveled to this planet. So I had to go back to Earth, something I dreaded right now for Carrie’s sake. Rules of operation had to pressed out to them; what they could bring and what they could not. I resigned myself to the fact I would have to go.

But if I had to go back to France, I might as well look the part. I donned my best most expensive garments. My fabulous off the shoulder royal blue-colored sheath dress and matching statement hat, Givenchy of course. My powder blue stilettos, Jimmy Choo, would clack across the marble of the our Parisian Pallisades compound as I made my way down to our version of the “Situation Room”.

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The Aftermath, Pt. 2

carrie-parker-depressedIt has been a few weeks since the events of London and Carrie is still volatile at best. As her sire-mother, I simply do not know what to do.  I’m trying everything I can. But it seems like I am in this alone.  As much Merida has made time to come and visit Carrie, she’s busy with her own healing and she has Armand and the kids to focus on so she barely has the time to spend with Carrie. But bless her unbeating heart, she tries.

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Blood Will Flow, Pt. 1

glockI hurried to the back of the gun cellar and opened up the cabinets to start loading up a duffle bag full of my favorites; Va’lis followed me.  I knew that in order for us to survive this, Va’lis would need to be armed. If we were to successfully retrieve our daughters, that is. So I took out two Glock 27s, loaded magazines into them with our armor-piercers, handed them to him. I put a holster around him as he played with the guns, of course I knew to keep the safety on.  I took the guns and gave him a look before putting them into his holster.  This was no ordinary holster either, it came fully equipped with four magazine holders in the back, so I loaded all four slots for him.  “Va’lis these are not toys,” I told him.  He looked at me, “But they are so pretty.” “You’ll get your chance to use them, but not before you listen carefully,” I said.  “We have twenty minutes if that for you to learn what’s taken me centuries to perfect,” I told him. His face got serious and he looked like he was ready for business.  My husband may be aloof but he’s a killer, make no mistake, and when it’s time to be serious he’s got razor-like focus.  I knew that.  I could sense the rage in him growing, his eyes showed it.  I knew that walking him through all the nuances of shooting guns would certainly calm him a bit.  At least a bit.

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Where Do Broken Hearts Go

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I stood there, in disbelief.  My father Amroth standing by my side, my mother Esme yelling and screaming at Pandora and Marius. Nu’jelm Palace filled with the echos of loud voices, voices that in that moment drowned out my internal screams of agony. I had been abandoned at the altar. Abandoned by the one man I had opened my heart, my life to.  What now?

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