Sabrina had finally finished inscribing the rune, it was an arduous process where she had to compress a rune the size of an arm to the size of a finger, by the end of it, she was exhausted.
She had failed a total of twenty-two times, and when she finally succeeded she slumped down in an instant, in disbelief. She was no expert rune master, but this was an accomplishment worthy of the title.
Sadly, she was far too tired to enjoy the achievement. Alan was still sleeping peacefully, ignorant of her condition. She was surprised he was still sleeping so soundly, she had failed the inscription a lot, after all. But she was apparently the only one that had to suffer the backlash.
Being a dragon really had its benefits, well, one of those benefits was helpful to her as well. Alan's body was the perfect mattress, not only was he comfortable due to the muscle, but he was cold as well. It was like she was on top of a stiff waterbed.
It really was comfortable.
"Is this weird?"
