“Fly high, Badjuju,” they all shouted, some with tears, some with pride, all with respect and admiration.
The crowds finally began to disperse, and Dally flew Axi toward Obsi’s base to take her sister home. After seeing Obsi safely to her castle, Dally went to her own base, stabled Axi, and retired to her own room. She laid down on her bed and took her dagger out of her boot to etch another name onto the stone wall; the third in as many weeks. She thought about all the petty things she and her fellow Dragon Lords squabble about daily, and realized how irrelevant most of those things are.
“All that matters, truly, is Love.”