Free Kelly Lucille by The Dragon's Mage (Dragon Mage)

will not wish to steal such a
treasure."
    She felt Ebens
growls resonate everywhere they touched.  "And there is not another dragon
alive who could handle you."  Ladon said smiling wickedly.
    Morgan rolled her
eyes.  "Very funny."
    He leaned forward
and rubbed noses with her playfully.  "Who jokes?"  He said then,
stealing a kiss, his lips soft on hers.  "Clearly the great father knew
you couldn't be tamed by one measly dragon mate."
    "Tamed?" 
She grumbled tilting her head in clear invitation for another kiss.  "You
are taking that falcon nickname too much to heart.  I'm not a bird to be trussed
and hooded."
    He kissed her
again this time he did such a thorough job of it she had completely lost track
of what he was saying.  Or that the council still had to be faced.  Or her
name.  "I would have you always flying free and at my side."
    "Come." 
Eben said kissing the top of her head before stepping back and pulling Morgan
along by her arm.  "Time grows near and there is much to do."
    "Wait till
you see what I made for you to wear."  Ladon laughed again at her
chagrined face and grabbed her hand to follow, or keep her from escaping.  One
or the other.
    Why does that
statement make me want to run away?  Very fast?
    "You just
haven't seen it yet.  My family is known throughout the dragon reaches for
their impeccable style.  Just wait, you’ll see."
    She looked at Eben
for help. 
    "The house of
fire is known for its flair with artifice."  He said.
    "Hey, just
because you never wear anything but black, black, and more black doesn't mean
all dragons are so inclined."  Ladon harrumphed, rather snootily too.  "Some
of us have an imagination."
    That statement
wasn't at all reassuring.  She was going to look ridiculous she just knew it.
    It was worse than
she thought.  The dress was beautiful, full to the floor in burnished gold
nearly identical to Ladons hair; it came off the shoulders and hinted at her
cleavage.  The sleeves were long and narrow, the waist cinched in to the top of
the hips.  Her hair had been magically twirled up in a deceptively simple upsweep
and shimmered.  The problem was in no way that it was an ugly dress.  The
problem was the sparkling lady looking back at her was not one she recognized. 
    She felt like she
was playing dress up.  Every dragon there was going to know she was an imposter. 
Even her brown hair seemed to have an added shimmer, almost like dragon scales.
    The shoes were
high healed and butter soft, the same color as the dress with tiny gems
embedded so that they shimmered a rainbow when the light hit them.  She kept
catching herself watching them when she moved her foot.  She was forced to
admit she liked the shoes.
    Of course you
do.  And you look amazing in them, Ladon said, the exasperation with her
thoughts clear.  "But now we have to be off.  The council is convening as
we speak."
    "Fine, but
when I trip and fall on my face I'm going to tell you 'I told you so'."
    As if either
Eben or I would allow you to fall.
    Morgan laughed at
the dragon arrogance that assumed he could stop her from tripping on her own
gown.
    "Come, your
other mate grows restless.  We must be off."
    Why do I feel
like a herd beast being led to slaughter?
    "Because
you're a teeny tiny little human and you are going into a room with a dozen of
the oldest and most dangerous dragons in existence?"
    "Right. 
That's probably it."
    "Don't worry
puny human,” Ladon said, exaggerating his deep voice and patting her on the
head.  "I'll have the healer revive you if you faint from fear."
    She slapped his
hand away, the spark returning to her eyes.  "And pigs will fly." 
She thrust out her chin and threw back her shoulders bringing majesty to the
outfit that would rival any dragons.  "Let's just get this farce done so
we can get back to the children."
    Ladon waited until
she swept out of the room before he smiled.
    Well done.  Eben
said via mind speech.  Now who is going to protect the