The sky was darker than night, or was it the clouds? Lightning passed around. In it, he saw the form of the black dragon. Yellow eyes shone for a moment before he disappeared. Lightning came again and this time, he channeled it. It came to him, warm and fluttering, buzzing inside his body. It was not a shock, instead he directed it.
The black dragon threw himself in its way, teeth bared, something between a laugh and shock. But the eyes weren’t yellow, they were blue, the shade of his brother’s.
Bailong woke up with a jerk. Sevir caught his hand again. For the second time, Bailong let himself be comforted. His heart was beating fast enough for Qinglong to push out. Scent of ashes wrapped around him like second skin, keeping him in place. The blue light simmered around his chest and settled back.
His head rested on Sevir’s shoulder, and Sevir’s hand rested on the back of his. The shoulder was steady. Sevir was sleeping.