Gerald

Gerald clutches her pale bouquet. The white silks draped across her body still remain as pristine on the day she became His mate. She could still remember his lovely red scales, his deep knowing eyes. They were happy. Until the Windsinger found out what they had done, and threw them apart. She remembered Him watching in horror as she was hurled into the air, roaring in desperation. Now here she was, thousands of miles away from the Steppes, and dragons and other creatures refusing to give her any directions because she bared a mark of dishonor. The Windsinger had ensured she and her beloved would never be able to find each other again. But no matter how many hills she had to climb, how many storms she had to fly through, she would reach Him. No matter if she had to crawl through the mud, or swim a thousand oceans, she would find him. Even if it took centuries, she would find her Baron.