Primrose leaned back on the railing. It was fascinating to hear about him from his own mouth. It wasn't everyday that he spoke about himself. There was so little she knew about him that it was depressing.
"Is it because you are the azure dragon?" She asked, making sure her voice isn't more than a whisper.
Cassius nodded. A faint redness spread over his ears. Primrose smiled and reached up to rub his ears. It was always an effort to touch anything above his lips. Her waist will eventually c***k up from all the jumping.
The redness grew deeper and deeper with her touch. He didn't avoid it though. The dragon and his tolerance.
The ashes blew up in an oddly shaped tiny little whirlpool. Primrose flicked her fingers and the last traces of ashes were gone. A few fallen leaves were swept away as well……
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