The warlock's magic.
"I'm fine, I just felt a bit dizzy. Can you guys chill out?" I ask, acting like my dizzy spell's not a big deal. Being a dragon shifter isn't at all glorious like others may think. My life isn't filled with magic, laughter and wild adventures. I need to remember I have human genes too, inherited from my mother's side. That's the main reason I didn't go through a heat season a few years ago. Most female dragon shifters don't have to worry, because they're married by the time they have to deal with their excessive hormones. Everything always has to be backwards with me, and somehow I just need to deal with it-soon.
I move past Jorgen and continue to carry on walking through the streets. My knees feel a bit wobbly and my vision's blurry. At least the fire's gone and I don't feel so aroused anymore. Jorgen catches up with me, and my Pixies fly around me, watching me closely.
"The lordi, lord is only trying to help, Astri," Lenin points out.