Seto woke up to the warmth of the sun streaming down from above, and the sound of bright chirping filled his ears, followed by the gentle chatter of creatures shuffling around, packing up to go.
He pried his eyes open sleepily and saw that a breakfast of fruit and soup was laid out for him, and he couldn't help but think that this was royal treatment indeed.
Anja had shifted and was sitting quietly beside him, thinking repeatedly to herself the way she usually did.
Baby. Baby Seto. Mai. Mai's home. Home. Miss home. Mai. Miss Mai. Atem, baby Seto and miss Atem. Miss Seto, baby, demon lord baby Seto. Marik, elf. Elf Bakura, Human Bakura, Ryou Bakura, Human. Demon. Demon baby. Seto miss Seto. Awake. Seto Awake. Baby.
"I think…I'm awake," Seto palmed his face and felt the silk blanket fall off his body, taking the warmth with it. He sorely missed a cup of coffee… But he turned around to give the dragon a tight hug, feeling her vibrating with joy.
SETO. BABY SETO! MISS YOU!
And a few goblins passing by winced, but lowered their heads respectfully, still carrying large planks over their shoulders to set it down in a pile to be levitated.
After he pulled out of the hug, Seto reached into his pack to check the scroll. This was his habit every day now, scroll-checking, like it was his fucking phone.
122/500. Crud.
How much further to the Healing Spring?! They still had to go around a fucking mountain! Fuck this quest, seriously.
Fuck Quest, Anja repeated calmly, and Seto gasped, horrified.
"No! Don't say that! I'm sorry!" Seto said anxiously, giving her wings a pat, and he thought he felt her smile. S-Seriously, god… Mai would kill him with all her combined power if she found out he'd taught Anja a human curse word…!
"That's not funny," Seto grumbled, giving her a firmer pat. "You scared me."
I scare! I scare! Baby demon! Anja thought gleefully, and Seto gave her a warm smile.
"Hey Demon Lord, rise and shine," Bakura looked fresher than usual, with his white hair tied back in a neat ponytail, his pale skin glowing in the morning sun. "What are you and your dragon talking about so early in the morning?"
"Healing Spring," he said loudly, and many heads turned to look in their direction. "We need to get there fast. So…" he patted the dragon's body. "Maybe she can fly us some of the way there?"
Bakura narrowed his eyes handsome and pulled out his map with a thoughtful frown, "We mapped out the ground, not the sky."
"I know some of the way there, and I know what the ruins look like from above," Marik said, coming up behind Bakura to slink his arm through his, and Seto blinked, wondering when they had gotten so close, and the ornaments in Marik's hair was shining like gold.
"Ruins?" Bakura echoed, looking at the map again. "I thought the spring was in a mountain."
"Yes Ryou, and it's a giant ruin. I know the cliff that it's on," Marik grinned and hugged Bakura's arm shyly before hurrying away to help pack up the giant sacks of smuggled delicacies.
"Are you good to fly?" Seto asked the dragon, scanning her body up and down for more injuries and seeing none. "I'm really worried about you."
She stared at him silently with her bright, yellow eyes, her markings very red in the rising sun, and they held a silent staring contest until they were interrupted by the tall goblin and three gnomes.
"Demon Lord," the goblin said with a gallant bow, looking very pleased to be bowing so much. "It has been a pleasure to serve you! We are grateful for your power. Please accept these parting gifts and I hope we will meet again!"
"Oh boy," Bakura muttered, and he stepped aside to watch the show.
The creatures had arranged themselves into an orderly line before Seto, who was still sitting on Anja's lower body, looking very kingly with the dragon draped around him while gifts were laid out at his feet and set on the space beside him on the wooden wheel.
Seto gaped, and couldn't find the words to express his shock and gratitude when he saw beautiful coats, rugs, even a sword, a dagger, and plates of hair ornaments set before him.
Hey…these weren't looted from the smuggler's carts, were they? Because he didn't want to wear orc murderer's coats…
"They had rolls of furs and hides ready to be sold in the underground market, or to high bidders," the tall goblin stood beside Seto like a wine connoisseur, explaining every gift set that landed on the ground before them. "We sewed them into clothes we thought you should wear when you grow taller, Demon Lord."
And Seto gaped at the super long robes they had made him out of several animal hides that made his stomach turn. How tall did they think he was gonna be? And…hopefully those creatures didn't die in pain…
At least he was liberating them from the black market?!
Seto was conflicted, but had to pay attention because more gifts were landing as the line got shorter.
"Those are hair fixings, fashioned out of gold nuggets, which the Yawwe Brothers have mined," The tall goblin said, gesturing at the three goblins in the far back of the line who tapped their chests proudly with their fists. "Your pretty elf friend is wearing a few, along with the brass fixings he had earlier, all polished."
Seto blinked rapidly, his stomach churning. O-Okay…
"Shoes, for you to resize as you wish. They are…I'm very sorry, dragon-hide," the moth-headed man said with a low bow. "They had a few scraps which I think they were trying to sell for sword handle wraps, but I made them to fit you now as a child, please wear these kindly."
Oh god… first orc meat and now, dragon hide, I can't wear anything made of dragon! Anja is a dragon! Seto thought weakly as he nodded and thanked the man by accepting the boots with both hands, trying to not wince at how the scales gleamed. Y-Yuck. Sad and horrifying, but…he had to be respectful. If the creature had died, at least he should use every bit of what they'd left over.
Thankfully, that was the last of the torture he had to endure. Everyone left him alone to deal with the giant pile of gifts, so Seto slowly began shrinking everything down to a compact size to fit it into his pack.
He saw Marik eyeing the plate of hair ornaments, so he pushed it towards the elf, shrugging, "Pick anything you want."
Marik beamed at him and nodded, his fingers poking into the bowl to pick out a rounded bead, which he then ran to place into Bakura's hair with a deft braid, and Seto snickered as he watched Bakura sit there awkwardly and accept it.
While Seto was packing, Marik came back several times to pick out gold from the bowl and had managed to make Bakura's hair look even more elf-like, with a few tasteful small braids blending into his larger ponytail which was secured with one leather tie in the middle, one gold bead as a spacer, and another tie after that.
"Suits you!" Seto called, wondering what lie Bakura had told Marik, and he received a grimace in return.
He wrapped the bowl of gems into the pocket of a robe and shrank it down, fitting it all into the bottom of his pack and thinking it was getting heavy, so he used the 'Alleviate' rune the tiger-eared girl had taught him, and the pack instantly lightened.
Magic was useful. He enjoyed using it so much.
Standing tall with the pack on his back, pleasantly full and his mood uplifted, Seto watched a couple goblins roll the wheels away through the forest, waving over their shoulders and calling out to him, "goodbye Demon Lord Seto! We'll meet again!"
Seto waved enthusiastically as the camp slowly cleared, leaving the tall goblin and the moth-headed man, standing silently at attention, acting eerily like…his loyal bodyguards from his past life. Not bad if these two wanted to hang around as his muscle.
"Appraise," Seto said calmly, noting a few dwarfs running through the trees to pick up scraps of their woodworking, while the levels, names, and numbers of the two remaining creatures appeared over their heads.
Tall goblin was actually a half-ogre and half-human, level 800, and the moth-headed man was indeed half-moth, at level 1,000. Nice.
They were the most powerful creatures that had been captured, aside from Anja…
"Demon Lord, we live to serve you, because you gave us purpose," the moth-headed man said, kneeling fast and lowering his head while the half-ogre did the same, his body strapped heavily with all the stolen weapons.
Struggling to get over his shock, Seto finally found his voice and said, "thank you for your loyalty. I might really need your help later, but right now, I'm trying to get to the Healing Spring. You can wait for my instructions at the safe town where we will leave Anja and Marik. I want you both to protect them while I'm gone."
Yes, Demon Lord! They chorused in their minds, and Seto felt the hair raise on the back of his arms. This was kinda weird. But whatever, his dragon was secure, and he knew Mai wouldn't object to more protection for her.
And I pay my muscle, Seto thought nervously as he opened his pack to levitate out 15 golden coins each and set them on the ground before the creatures, seeing them both tense and stare at the money.
"This is for food, drink, and a bed when you get to the safe town," Seto said carefully, aware of Marik and Bakura's obvious staring. "My dragon and I thank you for your help in the future. If I'm not around, use the spare time to become stronger so that you can protect the people. I'll give you gold pieces every solar rotation for new armor and weapons if this works out for us."
Aw, he's making a little play-army, Marik thought nervously, feeling Bakura tense beside him and sigh.
"We're wasting daylight, Demon Lord," Bakura said sarcastically, walking in front of the dragon to give her a gentle pat. "Let's get to that spring and then get this dragon home."
Seto waited for the creatures to do something, like pick up the money or stand up, but they remained bowed. Um…
"Dismissed." Seto ventured, feeling very much like his old self when he said that, and both creatures stood up instantly and gave him admiring looks.
D-Dangerous, but now I'm validated as a real Demon Lord with two servants, Seto thought as his heart skipped a beat, and the men scooped up their earnings to pocket them and trotted away into the trees.
Seto turned back to Anja and realized she had been fitted with a beautiful harness decorated with brass and gold beads made by the goblins, and leather safety-belts had been added for riders, dyed teal to match her hair, where the straps were woven with the neat handiwork of tiny dwarfs. The seats of the harness had been rounded out with plushness and upholstered with a luxurious, soft silk. Wow.
He'd been asleep for 8 hours and they'd managed to make a luxury riding seat.
"Look at that, a pretty harness for you!" Seto cried, running his hands over the beautiful handiwork, and saw the dragon toss her head sassily.
Pretty. For me. I'm pretty. Miss Mai. Baby, demon, Seto, pretty. I'm pretty.
"Yes, you are so pretty," Seto gushed, and he climbed atop the seat, marveling at how large it was. He could fit into this as an adult given how much room there was to wiggle, so he tightened the leather strap down and made sure to buckle his legs down the sides too.
Marik was being helped into his seat, and Bakura was quickly levitating the straps around their bodies, and Anja was shifting excitedly, chanting in her head.
Fly. To Mai, home. Home. Miss Mai. Fly. Baby Seto. Waiting. Wait. Waiting.
"We need to go to the spring first…" Seto said with a warm pat to her neck. "Really quickly, and then we'll go home, okay? She misses you too. Let's test this harness out."
"I'm scared…" Marik whimpered, but he felt warm arms steadying him from behind, and Seto threw him a boyish grin over his shoulder.
"It's fun, you'll see," Seto smirked, and turned around to call out, "Whenever you want! We're ready! Fly!"
The dragon rose up from the ground, beating her wings magnificently, and Bakura let out a nervous yell, followed by Marik's anxious gasp, and Seto's stomach dipped as she hovered over the treetops and bobbed in the air before gaining momentum and rising higher into the clouds, the temperature changing so fast, it rose the hair on his arms and his ears popped.
The wind whipped his hair into his cheeks, and he smiled for the first time in a long time, his heart soaring with happiness as they eased gently into another cloud, with Marik shouting instructions from behind him, "As long as we're headed towards the mountains, we're going the right way!"
"We are! I'm mapping us!" Bakura called back, and Seto smiled so hard, his face hurt, so he clung to the braided reins that were draped nicely around the dragon's neck and praised her.
Good flying!
Good demon, Seto. Good, Anja replied instantly, her flying steadying out as the wisps of clouds rushed past their faces, and Seto's heart swelled with joy.
Yami sat in his cell, muted and numb.
The dampening collar had been placed back on his neck, sized down to avoid chafing in the points on his shoulders, but now the front lip was annoyingly too close to his nose.
But that didn't matter, because he couldn't find a soul signature of anyone he cared about, not even Mai or Seto, which really hit him hard.
Mai, he could understand, because she was always covering herself and her establishments with layers of spells, but Seto…was at the facility, and if his signature couldn't be found, either he was deep underground somewhere or...
Don't think about it. The level dampener is affecting you, Yami thought hazily as he closed his eyes. All he could do was hope and continue hoping.
He heard a magical ringing nearby, so he pried his eyes open just in time to see a mail portal opening up in the ceiling and dropping two scrolls down on the floor. One was a quest scroll with a gold seal, and the other was a letter. Oh…no.
Which one do I want to open first? They both look like bad news, Yami thought dully as he climbed off his bench and picked one up, reminding himself not to use magic lest he make himself even more tired.
He'd try the letter first. Hope it was from Seto.
Unfurling it, he noticed it had been opened already because the seal was broken. How nice. Prison security was the most considerate.
Mai's handwriting on the paper made his stomach dip and his hands shook as he read it slowly, digesting every word.
"Hey babe,
Heard about your issue and that's why I'm writing, so hope this gets to you (and I know it will be read SO TAKE YOUR HAND OFF YOUR DICK, HUMAN AND CLOSE THE SCROLL)
I have some bad news so don't freak out. They took…Anja. A couple of army guys came by and snatched her from her shed and I couldn't do anything about it because they had like 4 mages and 2 elves with them. I don't know where they took her BUT WHEN I FIND THEM I WILL -redacted-
-redacted- AND -redacted- IN THEIR STUPID FACES.
Love you so much as always, I'll try to write to brat-face -redacted- at the facility, but I don't know anything much. Love you, stay strong.
-Mai"
Yami felt himself smile and then cry. Her writing was magically redacted in some places, but he understood her anger. She even promised to reach Seto.
Unable to see through his blur of tears anymore, Yami picked up the second quest scroll and broke the seal with trembling fingers, hating everything. They had hurt the dragon even though they had said they wouldn't.
Well, she was obviously one of the other, most high-powered creatures he'd saved.
Her level was over 200 thousand, but she was harmless, just like Seto…
The second scroll unfurled with much difficulty, and Yami read it over and over again, realizing he was being sent on another quest while waiting for his Death Quest to fill up.
This one was a security operation, for a bratty elf's 100th birthday party. The parents personally sent targeted quest scrolls out to mages over the level of 50,000.
So he'd gotten one automatically.
And since he was a prisoner, he couldn't refuse.
He'd already been granted leniency for refusing kill-requests, so being asked to work security at some child's birthday party was considered merciful.
At least…it's something to do… Yami thought meekly as he tossed both scrolls on the ground and sat back on the bench, his head heavy with sorrow.
Anja was missing.
Seto was missing.
Mai had gone into hiding, and the human he'd shared special moments with had died. His world was looking very bleak right now. To top it off, he was in a cell waiting for the Healing Spring Quest to fill up.
It couldn't get worse than this.
Anja circled the cliff as Marik pointed down at the flat expanse of land beneath them.
"There! Land there! We'll find the ruins once the clouds clear a little…"
And Seto felt his stomach drop as Anja nose-dived too fast, and he had to grip her neck in a hug, crying out, "too fast! Slow down!"
She flexed her wings and soared easily over the greenery, finding a nice spot to land in the tall grass. Mist covered most of the trees surrounding them, and Seto felt Bakura stumble off the dragon's back and make a retching noise.
"Good flying," Seto praised, remembering to say it the way Mai would every time they landed. "Pretty girl. Good girl!"
I'm pretty, I'm good, I'm pretty I'm good, Anja chanted, and Marik gave the dragon a warm pat on her side, thanking her.
"Good flying," he added, and then asking Seto, "do all dragons talk like her? I've never met one…so…"
"She was damaged as an egg," Seto replied evenly, hating how every time Marik asked a question, he had a terrible answer ready. "But Yami saved her by healing the cracks all the way to her hatching, it may have affected her development."
Marik's eyes widened understandably, and he gave the dragon a big hug on her neck, patting her scales. "Pretty girl! Like my hair?" he asked, and she nodded fast, her eyes glowing.
Pretty. I'm pretty. Marik pretty. Elf. Demon baby. Seto. Pretty. My hair, pretty.
"I'll fix your hair for you when you get back to Mai's inn," Marik said reassuringly, and he turned to point at the crumbling stone structure that looked very unassuming on a flat expanse of concrete. "There's your spring water. Come drink some."
Drink. Water. Thirsty. Water, Anja thought plainly as she stepped gracefully forward across the grass, and Seto raced ahead to stand on the flat, stone platform, stamping his foot on it and thinking it felt very man-made.
Bakura had joined him and was circling the crumbling rocks, calling out in dismay, "there's no water here!"
"I thought that too," Marik said calmly, and he sat down in the grass beside the dragon's large claws, and felt her lay her head down on his shoulder, warming his heart, so he patted her on her nose. "You wait. It comes when it wants to. That's what a Simurgh told me," Marik said calmly, pointing upwards at the tiny birds circling overhead. "One saw me crying loudly and told me to shut up or it would eat me."
Bakura shrugged and walked off the platform to sit beside Marik, narrowly avoiding one of the dragon's claws in the grass as he leaned his head sleepily on his companion's shoulder and closed his eyes.
Seto looked away and decided to focus on the ground. Water, please. Water that would fix his horns to make him cool and powerful, and hopefully the water could fix Anja's 'damage', whatever it was.
He walked the entire length of the square platform, thinking it was quite large, and there was no source of water anywhere. The crumbling stone ruin was a makeshift hut, but there was nothing inside and there was barely a roof with how badly destroyed it was.
"Seto, look out!" Bakura cried, and Seto glanced around, looking up first, thinking a giant bird was flying down to pick him up but actually it was water that was flooding out of the tiny hut's door, and it splashed up to his ankles, seeping into his socks and making him shiver.
He ran away from the concrete platform, leaping over the stone bevel that was slowly rising out of the ground, and he stood to observe it from afar, amazed that a beautiful fountain was sprouting before his very eyes.
The entire square platform was covered in water, and the crumbling roof of the hut was no longer visible. It had stopped filling and stilled eerily, and it reflected the sun nicely, along with a few white clouds drifting overhead.
So, that was…it?
"Drink up, you're thirsty, right?" Marik asked kindly as he stood up and gave Anja a pat, pointing at the water. "Come on. Let's all take a drink."
"Is it clean?" Bakura wrinkled his nose and began asking questions. "Where did it come from? Who makes it? It clearly doesn't come from nature. What was that crumbling house? A Healing Spring would implicate its running water, from a source—"
Seto bit back a sigh and shut him out, approaching the water's edge and dipping his hand into it, seeing Anja lowering her head to drink fast, her body shimmering as she replenished herself, and he glanced back down at his hand in the water, waiting for something to happen. No?
He had to drink it.
He cupped his hands together and brought it to his lips, taking a tentative sip and tasting…water. Plain-ass water, and a weird tang at the end. Okay. Well, mission accomplished. The Healing Spring was not a real spring, and so of course, the water didn't have healing properties.
Disappointed, Seto took a few more gulps to quench his thirst and went to sit back in the sun to enjoy the view, hearing Anja thinking loudly behind him.
BABY! Seto baby, demon baby. I'm pretty. Marik, drink. Bakura drink. We all drink.
Sighing to himself, Seto tucked his hands behind his head and leaned back in the soft grass to gaze up into the clouds, hearing Marik and Bakura talking about him softly.
"…He's disappointed…"
"Is he sulking? He's sitting over there sulking…"
"Well, the spring chooses, I think. Like I said, it didn't heal my sister, who was…on the brink…"
"Seto's horns aren't really a priority though, let's face it."
"How can you say that as his guardian who accompanied him all the way here?"
"I'm joking. I'm fond of that little demon."
Seto felt rustling in the grass and saw Anja's majestic face appear above him, and he reached a hand up to pet her on the nose while still staying flat on his back. "Hey. Did it heal you? Do you feel better? Not that there was anything ever wrong with you in the first place?"
The dragon blinked silently at him and sat beside him, not talking at all.
Right. Her silences were always a bit awkward. Whateverrrrrr…
Baby Seto, she said after a long time, and Seto sat up tiredly to pet her neck.
"Yeah? What," he said nervously, watching her scales shine in beautiful multicolor in the sunlight. "Missed you. Ready to go home?"
There was another long silence, and Seto thought she wasn't going to answer, when he received a full sentence from her. "Yes. I'm ready and thank you for taking us here. I feel much better. There was a storm in my mind, and it has quieted now."
WHOA! Seto blinked happily and struggled to put his feelings into words. Nice to know the spring chose at least one of them to help. He stared at her until his eyes watered, then reached a hand out to pet her neck, enjoying her warmth and trying not to feel too sad for himself.
Marik swatted Bakura away playfully when his lips came too close to his ear, and angled his head away, "stop! There's a child here—" he glanced over at Seto behind them and nearly fell backwards into the water. There were two, large, threatening horns that did not look like dragon horns protruding sharply from his head.
Dragon's horns had at least one swirl or twist in them as a defining characteristic.
Seto's horns stuck straight up, and then curved back around his head with a handsome sweep.
Demon horns.
"I thought…he was…kidding…" Marik said weakly, his body burning as he realized all of Bakura's 'little demon' jokes weren't terms of affection, but were describing Seto's true nature. He was a baby demon, and all of his 'Demon Lord' antics were done in seriousness too.
"Are you angry? We've been keeping so many secrets from you," Bakura said anxiously, thinking the elf had responded kindly to his own confession to being "half-demon" in a tent last night, seeing Seto as he was now would…cause some distrust between them.
"No…you are both…kind, and I admire that," Marik said faintly, and he turned to give Bakura a pretty smile, reaching out to pat him on the back of the hand reassuringly. "It's my fault for thinking you were joking." And he daringly leaned in to press a quick kiss to Bakura's cheek, seeing the human flush and turn away with a hand over his mouth.
"EW! I saw that!" Seto called, standing up and brushing himself off as he walked back over to Marik and Bakura, thinking that tiny kiss explained everything about them getting closer since last night. "Did you guys do it?"
"Do what?" Marik asked curiously, tilting his head and pointing at Seto's imposing horns. "Do you like that they're as big as your body? Are they heavy? I know your kind are very proud of the …size…"
"What?" Seto snapped, shooting his hand up to touch his horn stumps but was shocked when his fingertips collided with something hard, and ridged. His breath caught, and he ran to the water's edge to check his reflection, holding both his hands to the top of his head and feeling like shouting at the top of his lungs.
I'M FIXED! Seto cried as he leaned over the water to see his crystal-clear reflection in the still water. A young boy stared back at him with bright, blue eyes and light brown hair, and sprouting from the top of his head was a pair of the largest, coolest, curved horns he'd ever seen.
They swept back over his head elegantly and it made him…want to grow out his hair. Fuck.
Anja's reflection appeared beside his own, and he threw his arms around her in a vicious hug, jumping up and down and feeling his horns bumping against her wings as he celebrated loudly, "I'm FUCKING FIXED! THEY GREW BACK! THEY'RE HUGE!"
"Never got the memo about horns, large or small," Bakura said flatly, stretching his legs out in the grass with a content smile. "Look at me, Seto. Fixed from the beginning." And he pointed comically at his hornless head.
Seto sat down on the edge of the spring and kept touching his own horns in disbelief. His hearing had somehow gotten even better. His mood was…up.
He felt happy for the first time in a long time.
Something he'd been missing had finally been returned to him.
He touched them again, marveling at how different they felt. It didn't feel like weird protrusions on his head that he was constantly aware of now. It felt…normal. His head felt light. It didn't matter if he couldn't see himself with them, he felt whole.
He had to tell everyone. Yami. Headmaster Dartz. Alisse. Porter.
Everyone who had seen him with nubs had to see him with these now!
"Okay kid, are we ready to go back to the safe town? You done looking at yourself in the mirror?" Bakura asked gruffly, patting the dragon on one of her wings. "Your dragon misses Mai."
"I have to tell Headmaster Dartz! We did it!" Seto cried wildly, hopping off the bevel and feeling like he was walking on sparks of joy. "I'm healed! It really worked! I didn't think it would, but—"
"You mean, you did it? I'm off the safe town with Anja and Marik now that you're going back to school with fixed horns," Bakura said pointedly, and Seto stared dumbly at him.
Oh.
Shit, what?
Bakura was ditching school?
Well, fine. Whatever.
"You're staying at the safe town to watch over Marik?" Seto asked with a sly smile, and Bakura's cheeks turned pink as he replied "yes. Now buckle in."
Seto hopped up into the harness and listened to Anja talking to him quietly, "you look very handsome with your new horns, baby Seto."
"Thanks. It's Demon Lord," Seto corrected her brashly, and he heard her let out a tinkling laugh.
"Not yet, small one," she replied, shaking her tufted hair out gracefully. "Let's hurry back and find Mai. Her scent changed, so I am worried."
"What?" Seto swallowed nervously and felt his heart skip a dreadful beat. "Is she in trouble? Is she hurt?"
"Don't know, Baby Seto," she replied quietly, and after she'd felt everyone buckled in, she rose from the ground, her flying incredibly steady as she gained altitude with amazing balance, and Seto couldn't stop reeling in shock at how different her flying felt.
It was smooth, and luxurious. It was almost eerily still.
"Happy your mount is healed too, I'm much less nauseated!" Marik called from behind him, and Seto had to correct him, "She belongs to Mai, and you're lucky she isn't here to hear you say that."
I belong to Mage Atem, or as you call him, Yami, she replied silkily in their minds, and Seto blinked, shocked. Oh. Right…
He clung harder to her reins and couldn't help but think he felt the same way.
Author's note:
WAAAA healing time was success! With a little bit of yami angst in the middle