(The Eternal Garden, The Next Day, Veyr's POV)
The next day, as the glow inside the Eternal Garden reached that soft golden hue that resembled late morning, Raymond appeared before Veyr once again, his arrival sudden enough to jolt the young dragon's senses like a flicker of lightning through calm air.
"Bloody hell, you scared me," Veyr muttered, sitting up from the patch of grass he had been resting on.
His black eyes met Raymond's, who stood only a few feet away, his expression unreadable, his aura perfectly still.
Raymond tilted his head slightly, a faint crease forming between his brows. "You always sense me before I even announce myself," he said, his tone casual but his curiosity evident. "How do you do that? A mortal of your level should be incapable of that ...."
He asked, as Veyr shrugged in response, pretending nonchalance.
"Dragon instincts," he said simply. "They get sharper when you're being kept in a gilded cage."
