Rotten branch

Neven didn't want to get up and check what happened to the other dragons. He just wanted to stay there, on the grass, with Vera in his arms. Or, rather, with her hugging him so tightly that it almost hurt.

He had the feeling it wouldn't happen again anytime sooner, so he wished to stay like that a little more.

«Shall we get going?» asked Vera, but she didn't let go of him yet. Not until hearing him say yes, she thought. He was just as comfortable as he had been while they were flying over Paris.

«Not yet. I forgot how to walk now that I fly,» was his shameless reply.

«Shall we get home flying then?» she chuckled.

«I wouldn't be able to land on a terrace or a window. And everything is locked so we would need to use the door either way. It's easier to simply walk than look for a dark place for the landing.»