Drake's POV
Drake finished his meal, his mind racing. Marry? Have kids? Drake knew that if the dragon had never come, he would not exist, and Dri would be married by now. For some reason, the thought angered him. My Arisen with another man? No. Although he remembered Onyx telling him that nothing that way could happen between them, he wondered if she was wrong. Dri wasn't like any of the other Arisens he had heard about.
The waitress came back and got their dishes. Drake couldn't remember her name. Something that started with an L, he thought. He turned back to his master, and seeing as how the Arisen was standing up, he followed suit. "Drake, I don't really have any shopping or anything to do today. I think I'll head back to the inn. Do you want to come as well?"
He nodded, still thinking. Those feelings I had when the Arisen was insulted…what were they? Drake thought back to those emotions. There was anger there for insults against his master, but there was that feeling underneath, the one he kept coming across. The same one whose name kept avoiding him.
It had first happened that night the Arisen was crying at the encampment, and it kept coming back. Drake didn't know who to talk to about it. Krystal and Onyx might scold him if it was one of the feelings he was not allowed to have toward his master. Perhaps someone in Cassardis? Drake banished those thoughts, especially since he didn't know if others shared biased opinions like the women from earlier. Before he finished getting his head on straight, he realized he was at the Arisen's doorway.
"Do you still want to make sure it's not booby trapped or anything?" His master asked him. Drake nodded and stepped inside, trying to organize his thoughts.