The Draconians were a family that had long ago given up any pretenses of normality. They were generally larger, and more sturdy than others. They were all described as blood thristy and one was told from a young age never to cross a Draconian.

So when I received the scroll with the Draconian family seal on it, my heart almost stopped beating and my breath froze for a moment. I didn’t understand I didn’t know what I had done wrong til I opened the scroll.

I did stop breathing then and my face turned blue before I slumped to the ground in amazement looking at the scroll in my hands in utter disbelief.

“”Drago Draconian requests your prescense at the counting ceremony for your hand in marriage. A token of Dragos affections has been included.””

As I unrolled the scroll a single scale the size of a quarter , the color of clear summer sky, attached to a beautiful tri woven necklace of silver, copper and gunmetal.