Bound

“What are we here for again?” He asked, grinning at a passing man who looked like he concealed a weapon.

Arthur let out a quick sigh of irritation. “If I tell you, will you promise not to act like an idiot?”

Gilbert scratched the back of his neck, looking at the building. It didn’t have any windows, but other than that, it seemed like any other storage building by the sea. Gilbert liked the sea, like the energy the salt threw into the air. Any place this close to nature produced magic naturally.

“Depends.” Arthur shot him a look, and Gilbert couldn’t keep the grin off of his face. “Well, I mean, how exciting can it be? Usually you drag me out to some forest or cave. This is hardly a castle.”

“A dragon.”

(PruEng, SpaMano, various)