Mirko sat on his shoulder in her small, green rabbit form. Kuro was a patch of absolute darkness on the empty seat beside him.
"You're both turning over what Vorlagrath told us," Nathan murmured quietly. "About the Shepherd. About what he engineered against your people."
Yes, Kuro replied, her mental voice cool and analytical. But we are also turning over what he said about us. That we are the embers that refused to die.
"Hmph!" Mirko's long ears twitched indignantly. "This Knight has inherently known she was exceptional from the moment of her manifestation! However, it is admittedly... validating... to have it confirmed by an ancient, monarchial dragon. Even if he did insist on speaking in dramatic riddles."
He was an ancient dragon, Mirko. He was not a middle manager.
"Dragons should still strive for concise communication!"
