"You've said that before."
"My father is an Azure Dragon."
"An Azure Dragon?"
"An Azure Dragon of the Black Dragon Clan. The Golden Dragon Clan and the Black Dragon Clan don't intermarry. My colors and everything about me are different from other dragons."
Looking at Andrew, Christina's eyes reddened slightly, yet she was still smiling—a sweet, bright smile.
For a moment, Andrew didn't know what to do.
"They all despise me for being different from them. You… would you despise me?" Christina asked.
Andrew shrugged and answered, "No, what's there to despise? In fact, I think they're pretty stupid. Does color really matter? But..."
Andrew wanted to say, "But this has nothing to do with us. Your father is an Azure Dragon, you've already been ostracized. If you treat me like this, would I end up being hunted as well? After all, a Blood Elf is far inferior to an Azure Dragon."
"But what?" Christina asked.
