Snippet #2107930

Shirin blushed wildly when Darc took her hand. But it felt oddly right even though her hand was not only pail but very small in his. She blushed more but did not say a word. She walked next to Darc silently. After awhile in silence she looked up at Darc her mind locking into his. "Darc...Your part dragon correct??? Is that why you don't like Garll so much?" She was generously curious but she had noticed that ever sense the two dragons had met Darc had been much more on edge and much more angry. He also was quick to snap at Garll when he did something wrong. Shirin blushed a little realizing how much she seemed to already know about Darc. She had been observing him sense they met and she got the feeling she knew him.

Shirin looked over at Palmira and Garll who were walking a little ways away. Palmira despite her injury was not letting up she was walking determined and angry with Garll who seemed confused following behind. She blinked and looked back over to Darc her hand naturally squeezing his comfortingly without thinking.