Mount Edar (Ch.703)

Neveah stood on the edge of the rickety bridge, struck to a standstill by the familiarity of this spot and the memories it brought along with it.

Mouth Edar...

Neveah had spent most of her earlier days in the stronghold right in the heart of that very mountain, nose deep in a gigantic volume of Asvarian history, and the rhythmic snores and warm breaths of a wild dragon for company.

And there were other times when her company was his intense amber orbs, piercing right into her soul...he would just watch her, with a depth of adoration and a certainty Neveah had never witnessed before meeting him.

And it was at those times Neveah would spend hours only to realize at the end of it all that she had remained stuck on a single page of the history volume all the while and she had no ways to explain herself to Lord Rodrick and Davina.