“Well,” Brock replied, “like you, I want to rest before we begin to actively carry out Delno’s plan to expand human settlement. For a now, though, I was reminded by my kinsman that I haven’t been to Iondar in a long time. I think I will first travel to Orlean and see if my son would like to accompany me to my homeland.”
“I believe,” Delno responded, “that is a good idea. It will be good for both of you. Also, though I agree that Dragon Riders should be neutral, I believe that having a sense of home gives us a connection to the people of the world. That is a connection that we need to strive to maintain.”
“I can’t argue with that sentiment,” Brock said. “However, it’s getting late, and I must also be off to bed.” He bowed to them both and turned toward the door, motioning for Delno to stay seated, “No need to see me to the door; I’ll make sure it is closed behind me.”
Later, as Delno lay in bed, he reached out to Geneva. “Are you awake, Love?”
“Nothing is troubling me. I just wanted to be with you for a while.”
“I am always with you, Dear One,” she replied. “However, you have had a hard day. You should sleep. I will not leave you. I will never leave you.”
He smiled as he lay in the darkness and thought about that. “Thank you, Geneva. I love you. Good night.”
About the Author
J.D. Hallowell has been, among other things, an automotive mechanic, a bouncer, a soldier, a dog trainer, a cowboy, a jeweler, a tow truck driver, a stereo installer, a battery salesman, an after-school program counselor, a psychiatric technician, an EMT, a phlebotomist, a paralegal, a medical coder, a photographer, a self-defense instructor, and a massage therapist. He lives and writes on the Space Coast of Florida.
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