When Bianca reached Ensmoire, she found an excited Quetz. He screeched and flapped his wings as he rushed to her. His tail was swishing on the ground as he came to nuzzle her, as if congratulating her. Suddenly her head snapped up as the sound of another dragon's wings drifted over them in the sky. Rirsyr dove behind them and landed gracefully on the ground. His brilliant green scales glittered in the evening sun matching the glitter of Quetz's scales.
Bianca stepped in front of the dragon, mesmerized as hell with an expression that was serious, yet contained excitement and joy. She had heard that the king of Aztec had a dragon but she had never anticipated that he would be so much bigger than Quetz. She stood there in front of him as her breathing became ragged. She watched him and he watched her. "You are beautiful," she muttered.
Rirsyr bowed to her majestically.
