She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too.
I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.
An hour later, I haven't rationalized what has happened and I'm still waiting. I sense when Bastian and Laryn cross my realm and hope they are able to supply answers.
"Where is she and who is she?" Bastian asks as soon as he's within telepathic range.
"Tahr, you sneaky devil, you did it," Laryn adds.