“Nothing, unless you count you and your dragon going missing.” Calder noted as he picked up a mug, one which his nadder bumped out of his hand- trying to get her beak into it. He shoved the dragon lightly and when she thrilled he poured the remaining liquid into her open maw. Not like there was actually much left in there with the way she had been knocking into it “but that’s old news.”

“We thought you were dead.” Mag whispered, afraid to say it any louder than that “they were saying that your father appeared last night upon Blizzard’s back with your corpse…”

“But I knew it had to be a lie.” Arvid boosted “obviously your dragon wouldn’t have allowed anyone else on his back so the whole story had to be a load of bullarky.”

Darby rolled her eyes and then smiled “who’s your friend Ava?” She said with a glance at the currently human, Blizzard. In the firelight his hair easily looked more blonde than white- taking away the main feature that would immediately draw a connection between him and his mother. “Did you pick him up on your recent journey?”