I wiped the water from my eyes and then tilted my head back. Well, no wonder he was the Druid King. Torchlight glistened against black reptilian skin. The underside of his wings shimmered with blues and greens, like an abalone shell. My mouth had gone completely dry despite much of my top half being drenched with lake water. At least the treated suede of my jacket kept the wetness from sinking all the way through. I wanted to take another step back, but held my ground, really hoping this wasn't going to be a case of "kill the messenger." Hank, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the show. He swiped a hand down his face, readjusted his shirt, and then dragged his fingers through his wet hair, looking part bored and part annoyed. Business as usual. The dragon lifted its head to the sky once more and let out a sad moan that reminded me of a whale call, before sinking down into the lake. Once he was gone, I wiped my forehead with the sleeve of my jacket and then rested my hand back on the hilt of my weapon.
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