Chapter 227

• [Carnelia]
• As my father, the suddenly warm and substantive dragon, pulls me into his arms, I can feel the blood rushing in his veins and the strong beat of his heart against my face. His scent, which before smelled like the cold of the void, now has a spicier scent, both warm and rich. Even his skin, which had been a dullish dark gray, has a warmer brown undertone.
• He is transformed. Where there was once a creature made of darkness and thought, there is a living, breathing dragon of flesh and bone.