Amarah
I’m sore. Everyday, I wake up and the pain shoots my spine every time I move, and there is an obvious cause to my misery. The injury itself and a Draconi who wakes early in the morning sneaking into my bed for a cuddle before he pry himself off the bed to work. I don’t mind the soreness, but it would truly be nice to have our own tent when we reach the oasis. Mother thinks it’s time for Father to fully accept that Maex is staying in our lives.
My father’s loud snoring assaults our ears, but somehow we have grown used to it even Maex with his inhuman one. He walks soundlessly towards me from the other end of our home with intent staining his eyes.
I could only feel the hot a1nticipation towards me, my parents are bundled together due to the cold of the night. Their backs are to us
