It’s not as if—
I—
Gods.
Can I do this?
“WHY CAN’T you trust me to know what I’m doing?” I asked the Great White today.
And in my head, I got an image of a toddler crawling on his hands and knees.
Message received, loud and clear.
He’s not wrong.
To him, we’re all children.
But he doesn’t understand.
What it means to be human.
What it means to care for another.
He—
“TRUST ME,” Myrin told me. “This will be the best thing for the both of us.”
“How can you be sure?”
He smiled at me, sunny and bright. “Have I ever steered you wrong?”
Gods, I love him.
I FELT the Great White’s anger.
His rage.
His fury.
But underneath it all, I felt his hurt. He was hurt by my decision.
It doesn’t change my mind, but….
I didn’t expect that.
OH, WHAT’S in a name?
Myrin the Bright Star.
It’s… fitting.
I don’t know why.
David’s Dragon are the brightest stars in the sky.
Randall of Dragons.
Myrin the Bright Star.