Book 15: Chapter 68
Dragon Mom wasn’t too happy with the arrangement, but she had no means of objecting; therefore, Dragon Mom followed the silver dragon, while I followed the young silver dragon, Irina, into the cave.
The last time I entered a dragon’s cave, I was shocked. However, that was just because of how complex and large Mom’s cave was. This cave wasn’t as exquisite; thus, it wasn’t so surprising. Mom’s cave didn’t have any decorations. All she had was plain walls. The cave was totally different. The dragons had lived with elves for a very long time. Besides small houses, elves also had their unique tree houses, which were made by digging a round hole in a dry tree. I had been into one of them before, and I could say that the cave was a replica of a tree house.
The cave situated on a mountain. Despite that, it was the exact same as an elf’s tree house. It was also very exquisite and, by all accounts, possessed the unique traits of the dragon race. The valley they previously resided in must’ve been brimming with enough gold and jewels for them to decorate the cave with gold and jewels. You could say the structure was a combination of elven and dragon traits.
Right up ahead was the main hall. I think that was my first time walking on a floor made of gold. Dragon Mom and went separate ways there. There were two paths with spiral stairs. The silver dragon led mom up. I noticed the tension in Dragon Mom’s last glance at me. I wanted to be with Mom so that it was safer; however, I didn’t think it was a good idea for a grown man to be clinging to his mom. Moreover, Irina didn’t appear to be a bad person no matter how I looked at her…
“Please come with me,” said Irina.
Irina walked in front of me. Irina shouldn’t have been outside much, but her mannerisms made me feel comfortable, as they perfectly fitted within the frame of elven etiquette, which was the same as the maids I saw when I was in the elven lands. Her fragrant and long silver hair swayed before my eyes. I had a strong urge to play with her hair, but if I did, she’d probably consider me a creep.
After ascending the stairs with Irina, she stopped at the door to a room and turned to face me. Seemingly nervous, she grabbed the corner of her clothes. Make that her scales… She looked at me with a hint of concern: “This is your room. I hope you can get accustomed to life here. I am very sorry… You must not be used to this lifestyle… After all… you live in the Imperial Palace… I once worked as a maid in the elven Imperial Palace, but I remember Inard was still a child at the time…”
In my mind: “All right, I think I don’t need to concern myself with the lifespan of dragons.”
Irina looked my age, yet she had to be more than a hundred, surely. I had never been sure of elves’ ages. Mommy Vyvyan never told me her age. Whenever I asked, Mommy Vyvyan would give the question the slip.