Mona, Sylvia, and Korph were standing and waiting for us at the ceremonial hall.
Sylvia rushed over with her arms outstretched and a childish grin. Raylon held his arms out, but she ran past him and dove into my chest instead. Raylon gave me an envious pout before crossing his arms in defeat. I wasn't sure who exactly he was envious of.
I wanted to reach out to pet his head, but I couldn't move with Sylvia clinging so tightly onto me. She was so small she was only as tall as my chest. I was worried that any sudden move would shatter her fragile body.
As I stood there afraid to even move slightly, Korph stood next to me defensively while staring down Raylon. I reached over and rubbed his head to placate him, "It's okay, Little Dragon."
A necromancer was born...
And a lover was lost...
[Author is tipsy]