Any offspring can be sold as desired.” He handed the parchment to Fen. “Any further business?” The judge had to raise his voice to be heard over the excited murmur of the crowd.
Fen tucked the parchment in his leather belt pouch and made his way out of the court. Many of the onlookers followed. They offered him congratulations and handwritten business cards so he could contact them about breeding opportunities. Everyone wanted access to what they thought was a new bloodline, even if River was likely to breed a high percentage of greys. Fen caught a glimpse of Edana through the crowd and slowly made his way to her.
Edana pushed a handwritten card towards him. “My father has a large dragon stable. I’m sure he’d love to meet your dragon. It’s not often you hear a wild dragon is tamed. Actually, why don’t you join us for dinner tonight?”
Fen glanced down at the card in his hand. “I’m guessing you’re not Adalric Serug Perro Renarlo con Vexartian.” There was a smattering of laughter through the crowd.
“No, of course not. That’s my father.” Edana smiled. “I’m Edana Lenita Behira Yileen Renarlo con Crinitie.”
Fen returned her smile, remembering the first moment they’d met.
“Allow me to extend an invitation to dine as well young man,” an older man said. “You already have my card. I’m Bastian Hamar Majid Omanato con Tenaxalen. I’d be delighted for you to dine with me tomorrow night.”
Fen caught Edana’s slight nod. “Thank you. Both of you. I’d be pleased to accept your offers.”
There was a flurry of invitations and Fen smiled regretfully. “I’m afraid I don’t have my planner with me. I’d hate to accept anyone and find myself unable to attend after all. I do know for certain the next two nights are free. But I’m sure I’ll catch up with everyone eventually. If you’ll excuse me though, I’d like to check on my dragon. He is after all a grey dragon. It’s not like I can send blood trackers after him.” There was good-natured laughter.
After a few more cards were shoved at him, Fen was able to escape to the stable where he’d left River. The waves of relief the dragon sent Fen were so strong they nearly caused him to stumble. He hurried inside so he could reassure River they had won.
Chapter Ten
Edana’s father glared at her. He had the same dark brown hair as his daughter, but his features were broader and his eyes hazel. He was a large man, muscle going to fat since there was little physical work for him to do in the management of his stables.
“I cannot believe you’ve invited this man to our table. We don’t know him. He’s probably some upstart forcing himself into our midst.”
“Father, there was little else I could do. Bastian had just given him a business card and was making all sorts of noises about entertainments. I was lucky to beat him to invite Fenton Walsh first. As it is he’s to dine with Bastian and his family tomorrow.”
“Why didn’t you tell me Bastian was there?” Adalric and Bastian had been rivals since childhood.
“You didn’t give me a chance. I knew you wouldn’t want him to be first to invite Fenton Walsh.” Edana grinned at her father. “Everyone knows you don’t like to be beaten by him in anything.”
Adalric returned her grin. “And why should I? He seems to think he’s so far above our family because their family bred dragons before ours. What does that matter when our stables are twice the size of theirs now? Insufferable man.”
“Did I do the correct thing?”
Her father ruffled her hair. “You’re a quick thinker. Let’s hope when you have sons they’re as clever. I’d best inform your mother of tonight’s plans.”
Edana’s grin faded as her father left the room. A son! Always a son. A son wouldn’t be anywhere near as bright as me, Edana thought angrily. “Oh,” she gasped and then quickly ran after her father.
“Father. Father, wait up.”
Adalric turned and frowned. “Really
Fen tucked the parchment in his leather belt pouch and made his way out of the court. Many of the onlookers followed. They offered him congratulations and handwritten business cards so he could contact them about breeding opportunities. Everyone wanted access to what they thought was a new bloodline, even if River was likely to breed a high percentage of greys. Fen caught a glimpse of Edana through the crowd and slowly made his way to her.
Edana pushed a handwritten card towards him. “My father has a large dragon stable. I’m sure he’d love to meet your dragon. It’s not often you hear a wild dragon is tamed. Actually, why don’t you join us for dinner tonight?”
Fen glanced down at the card in his hand. “I’m guessing you’re not Adalric Serug Perro Renarlo con Vexartian.” There was a smattering of laughter through the crowd.
“No, of course not. That’s my father.” Edana smiled. “I’m Edana Lenita Behira Yileen Renarlo con Crinitie.”
Fen returned her smile, remembering the first moment they’d met.
“Allow me to extend an invitation to dine as well young man,” an older man said. “You already have my card. I’m Bastian Hamar Majid Omanato con Tenaxalen. I’d be delighted for you to dine with me tomorrow night.”
Fen caught Edana’s slight nod. “Thank you. Both of you. I’d be pleased to accept your offers.”
There was a flurry of invitations and Fen smiled regretfully. “I’m afraid I don’t have my planner with me. I’d hate to accept anyone and find myself unable to attend after all. I do know for certain the next two nights are free. But I’m sure I’ll catch up with everyone eventually. If you’ll excuse me though, I’d like to check on my dragon. He is after all a grey dragon. It’s not like I can send blood trackers after him.” There was good-natured laughter.
After a few more cards were shoved at him, Fen was able to escape to the stable where he’d left River. The waves of relief the dragon sent Fen were so strong they nearly caused him to stumble. He hurried inside so he could reassure River they had won.
Chapter Ten
Edana’s father glared at her. He had the same dark brown hair as his daughter, but his features were broader and his eyes hazel. He was a large man, muscle going to fat since there was little physical work for him to do in the management of his stables.
“I cannot believe you’ve invited this man to our table. We don’t know him. He’s probably some upstart forcing himself into our midst.”
“Father, there was little else I could do. Bastian had just given him a business card and was making all sorts of noises about entertainments. I was lucky to beat him to invite Fenton Walsh first. As it is he’s to dine with Bastian and his family tomorrow.”
“Why didn’t you tell me Bastian was there?” Adalric and Bastian had been rivals since childhood.
“You didn’t give me a chance. I knew you wouldn’t want him to be first to invite Fenton Walsh.” Edana grinned at her father. “Everyone knows you don’t like to be beaten by him in anything.”
Adalric returned her grin. “And why should I? He seems to think he’s so far above our family because their family bred dragons before ours. What does that matter when our stables are twice the size of theirs now? Insufferable man.”
“Did I do the correct thing?”
Her father ruffled her hair. “You’re a quick thinker. Let’s hope when you have sons they’re as clever. I’d best inform your mother of tonight’s plans.”
Edana’s grin faded as her father left the room. A son! Always a son. A son wouldn’t be anywhere near as bright as me, Edana thought angrily. “Oh,” she gasped and then quickly ran after her father.
“Father. Father, wait up.”
Adalric turned and frowned. “Really
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