Sunset.
Clay breathed in the cold night air, a faint smile on his face. He often came here to escape the rush of Jade Mountain, to be alone for a moment. But tonight was different. Tonight he wasn't alone. "Clay, why did you bring m- whoa." Peril looked out over the valley, her scales shining in the dusk air. Clay glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Peril, do you love anyone?" Peril tenses up next to him, clenching and un-clenching her claws. "Cause' I might. The dragon I love smart and beautiful, and she's brave. She has a lot of fire." "I'm glad for you, Clay. I hope you're happy with this dragon." Peril said, a tear dripping down her cheek. "Peril, the dragon I love is looking at me. Peril, she's you." "Really?" The SkyWing asked, hope and disbelief in her eyes. "Yes." The pair sat there long after sunset.