Dragonsblood

EPILOGUE

I’ve always felt that there was something missing,” Tieran mused to his companion.

“You are a romantic,” she said.

“Where to put it?” Tieran muttered to himself, searching the room. “Someplace not too obvious… ah! Here.” He put down the locket.

“What do you hope to gain with that?”

“I want her to know that we knew her pain. That we understood.”

“Tieran, whoever it is won’t be born for hundreds of Turns. We have no way of knowing that this will even work.”

“It’ll work,” Tieran said assuredly. “I know it.”

“How?” Emorra asked. “My love, sometimes I think you are too much of a dreamer.”

“Daddy!” A small boy’s voice called.

“We’ll be right there,” Tieran replied.

“Really, Tieran,” Emorra shook her head.

“Did you ever wonder how she touched your mother? Did you wonder why this clever one-” He stroked the fire-lizard affectionately. “-appeared? There was a bond.”

“Yes, I agree.”

“A familial bond. Whoever she is, she is one of our children’s children.”

Emorra pursed her lips and nodded. “I’ve always agreed with you on that, love.”

“Mommy!” the boy cried impatiently.

“We’ll be right there,” Emorra replied, cocking her head at Tieran and then in the direction of the boy.

Tieran smiled triumphantly at her as he caught her hand in his and they turned to go to their son. “And have you ever known one of us not to get our way in the end?”