The cry of my daughter pierces the air and I rise with a groan as Magma starts to stir. “Our turn” me and my dragon say with excitement as we exit the room. Finally used to the layout of our new cabin I make it to their room next to ours and scoop her up. I gently rock her to soothe her so she doesn’t wake her brother. Green eyes like my own blink up me as I smile at her.

She is the epitome of beauty, just like her mother.

The words of my dragon cause her to bring her hand up to touch our face as he pushes...