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wondering if he’ll hear me across the field.

“At least I didn’t let you fall to your death.” He sounds utterly bored, but
he definitely heard me.

The woman grins, shaking her head as she writes down his name. “I can’t

believe he bonded. Violet, he’s a legend.”
I open my mouth to agree—

“Andarnaurram.” The sweet, high voice of the golden fills my mind.

“Andarna for short.”
I feel the blood rush from my face, and the edges of my vision sway as I

pivot on my good ankle, staring back across the field at where the golden

dragon—Andarna—now stands between Tairn’s front legs. “Excuse me?”
“Violet, are you all right?” the redhead asks, and everyone around me,

above me, leans in.
“Tell her,” the golden insists.

“Tairn. What am I supposed to—” I think at him.

“Tell the roll-keeper her name,” Tairn echoes.
“Violet?” the roll-keeper repeats. “Do you need a mender?”

I turn back to the woman and clear my throat. “And Andarnaurram,” I
whisper.

Her eyes fly wide. “Both dragons?” she squawks.

I nod.
And all hell breaks loose.