the sword in the darkness

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8. green


Its scales glittered, bright and shining, intensified by the glow of the sun above. A deep, luxurious, dark shade of green and bronze, it was perhaps the most beautiful creature out of his aunt's dragons, or so he thought.

Rhaegal's wary, burnished eyes turned slowly to him as Jon approached with slow, cautious steps, his body flushed with the aura of heat coming off from the dragon, his mouth dry, his palms cold and damp and sweating, and his veins thrumming with some strange, underlying, triumphant feeling that he couldn't get a name out of. He licked his lips, still continuing his walk, and he thought, as he laid his hand on the dragon's snout and when it pressed its nose into his touch, maybe this feels like belonging, like coming to a home you never even knew existed.