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Comprehending that she was teasing, Andros added, “Indeed. You do have the most extravagant mane.”
He could hear her gather her long, multi-colored waves in her hands.
“Do you like it?” she asked somewhat shyly, as if his answer mattered a great deal.
“Aye.”
She let out a happy-sounding sigh.
“You should see me in my animal form. Nowthere’sextravagant. Flamboyant and downright ostentatious, if I were honest about it.”
“Your current form is quite flamboyant already,” he said. “So many curves.”
“Yes,” she agreed, “I am excessively…round.”
“Soft.”
“Maybe a bit much?”
“Just right,” he stated firmly.
She sighed again and leaned into him, her arms looping around him to clasp together over his abdomen.
“What is this animal form of which you speak?” he asked, curious. “Why have you never taken this form here?”
“I cannot access most of my magic here in these lands,” she explained. “Just a little. I’m a dragon, actually. The only type of dragon that has feathers instead of scales. And the colors are just like my hair. Real showy. Prettier than a peacock.”
“I’d like to see it,” he said wistfully. “Your animal form sounds beautiful.”
“Hmm,” she murmured.
He wondered whether she was sad, not being able to transform into her animal form. He wished he could take her sadness away. Set her free.
“Are you able to fly as a dragon? Or are you earth or sea bound?”
She laughed a little, a bubbly, effervescent tinkle that sent pleasurable ripples over his skin, like a gentle caress.
“With all those feathers? Of course, I can fly! You should see my tail when I fan it out.Muchmore extravagant than a peacock. I’d give the mythical phoenix a run for his money too. Though my feathers can’t turn to flames, they look like I’m painting the sky with rainbows.”
She squeezed him tighter and laid her cheek against his nape.
“I don’t miss the form so much as being able to fly. The freedom of soaring. The exhilaration, you know?”
Andros had an idea then. He clasped his hands over hers and turned slightly to say:
“Then, hold on. We will soar together.”
“What—”
Her question unraveled into a squeal of surprise and excitement when he reared up.
By the time his hooves came back down, he was already mid gallop, racing across a flat stretch of meadow in centaur form, Divina plastered like a second skin to his back.
She laughed with sheer joy as she clutched him like a lifeline the faster he ran.
Halfway across the plains, he transformed entirely into a black stallion, the form that she first met. He flew so fast, his hooves barely touched ground, a streak of black lightning across a flower field of poppies and dandelions.
“Faster,” she urged against his neck, hugging him tight.
