My Mate, The Dragon

Chapter Six

Friday, August 16th, 2019
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Sheila

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When we dipped to the forest floor, I felt like I was the queen of the world. "Woo!" I screamed happily, the thrill pumping through my bloodstream.

We touched the ground and I slid down his wing onto the dirt. I squealed, "That was so much fun when are we doing it again?" I smiled looking up at his large white form.

"Soon. We have to walk a little bit, I didn't want to crush his house with the wind." I saw him smiling down at me.

"Do you think I can shift?" I wanted him to see me in my wolf form. I wanted to impress him. "Will I hurt you?" I was so cautious I didn't want to cause him any harm.

He scoffed, "you won't hurt me. The only reason the wolves are scared of you is that they don't know how to protect one's mind. They have this thing referred to as 'pack link' and they don't know how to turn it off." He paused what he was doing.

"They are stupid."

"Hey!" That was uncalled for.

"They are scared you can get into that stream and break everyone's minds at once." Woah, that's terrifying. Breaking someone's mind? What does that even mean? Did they go completely crazy? Or would I just end their life?

"Can I do it?"

"Yes." Oh, that was unsettling.

"But, you won't, it's not like you are born to go breaking minds left, right, and center. It takes training. Looking at you now, you are very detached from your power." We started walking again.

"How can I be attached to my power."

"You want to break peoples minds?" He craned his head, chuckling in my direction.

"Oh, you know what I meant!" I growled. I earned myself another chuckle from him.

"We are here." I snapped my head forward, drawing my eyes away from my mate.

It was a small cottage, a straw roof, wooden walls, and a nonexistent door. There was smoke forming from the male shift "chimney" on the house.

"Flores!" His voice boomed, echoing in the forest surrounding us. It made me stir a bit where I was standing.

    "Oh calm down you enlarged snake you don't need to yell for me. I'm not a dog." A man with a very long beard. Very long, down to his knees, peered out of his door. He looked to my mate, then to me.

    "Oh, but you are."

     Hey! I'm not a dog! I'm a wolf! I wanted to scream at him, but it wasn't my position to say anything. If my mate was still in his dragon form, he doesn't feel that comfortable with this "friend".

     "Hello, Flores," my mate hissed out, steam covering the floor. It looked as if we were walking on a cloud.

     "Old friend. How have you been!" Flores picked up his beard with both hands and walked over to us. He was trying to make sure the beard didn't hit the ground.

     "Very good. I just met my mate, meet Sheila." He ducked his head and placed it next to mine, affectionately. I laughed and pushed away his snout.

     "Shei, I like it."

     "Sheila," we both said at the same time.

    "Oh, Sheila! I'm sorry my hearing is getting quite bad. You know being 708 years and all."