Neveah walked down the halls of the Dragon Keep, a pile of neatly folded clothing held in her arms, she had only just returned from laundering Xenon's clothing and now she headed to the seamstress.
It was still quite early in the day and Neveah knew Xenon would not be expecting her yet, she had stayed quiet late in his cave, much later than she usually did and that was because Xenon had drifted off to sleep with his tail rested on her lap.
The weight of his tail was so much, Neveah could not shove it off, not like she dared to for fear of incurring the wrath of a certain grumpy black dragon.
Neveah had tried everything humanly possible to get Xenon to awaken as the sun made it's descent but it just would not.
A dull ache spread across Neveah's lap and she balanced the pile of clothing on one hand, leaning down to rub the aching spot.
With each day spent with Xenon, Neveah came to realize that just as everyone said, Xenon's humanity truly was gone.
