body’s heat growing, and she didn’t want to lose the tight grip she held on the heat she felt radiating from her. She never wanted to lose control of her energy again.
“I never said I found you lacking. In fact, I find you most beautiful and intriguing.” Denhar drummed his fingers on the table. “I know how you have lived your life, how all of you have had to live your lives. Like you, your mother’s guards have a psychic bond with their queen. All of your lives, she had made us aware of your existence. It’s only been recently that your mother found that she could help you find your way to your own kind.”
He reached out, lifted his glass of water and took a drink. “Have a drink yourself, Solar. I can see you’re beginning to heat up. You’ll need the water soon.”
Slowly, Solar reached out to the glass. Her skin was pink, a definite sign that her powers were getting the best of her. Circling the glass with her fingers, it immediately began to sweat then steam before she could bring her energy to her will. It was warm. She wrinkled her nose. She so disliked drinking warm water, though she should be used to it, she supposed.
Quick as a wink, Haringk appeared from the wall next to her, took the glass she held and set another glass on the table. “There you are, lady,” he said with a smile. “That water is fresh from our deepest underground spring. It is cold, very cold. Please, enjoy it.”
With both her temper and her energies under her control, Solar lifted the glass to her lips and took a drink. She felt her eyes widen at the pure, sweet taste and the coldness of the liquid. If it had been a few degrees colder, she was certain that it would have been frozen solid.
The water slid over her tongue, quenching her thirst that seemed to never leave her, and she set the glass down. She stared at the glass that she had drained more than halfway and sighed. How have I lived so long without knowing the simple pleasure of drinking a glass of cold water?
“Do you see what I mean?” Denhar waved his hand toward the glass. “I, like the others, know how difficult it was for you to attempt to remain in command of your dominant talents around the humans. Even after all that their species did to you and yours, you had enough compassion to keep hold of your energies, staying in control though no one had ever trained you to do so.” He shook his head, his glossy black hair spilling over his shoulders. “I would never presume to ridicule you or any of your sisters, Solar. In fact, I admire you all more than you can imagine.” Something happened then. Solar wasn’t certain what it was. All she knew was that a strange pressure hurt her chest and her eyes burned in the same way they did when that one human smoked those horrible smelling cigarettes he carried.
Solar closed her eyes for a minute. Perhaps a grain of sand had blown into her eyes to somehow make them hurt like that. Though, she was underground and didn’t see them, she knew that Denhar or his people had some type of air-circulation system. They had to breathe, after all.
Whatever it was that that made her eyes burn so, it made her extremely uncomfortable.
Lowering her gaze to the tabletop, Solar licked her lips. “I didn’t know you felt so strongly, Denhar.” How could she have known? She’d never been around others of her kind, with the exception of her sisters. They didn’t count since they had all been brought up the same way, in the same facility. Usually, what one knew, the others knew. She looked around. Now, everything would be different. They would be different. She only hoped they didn’t change enough to become like the humans with their way of being selfish and uncaring.
Without knowing others of dragon kind, she could only assume everyone treated each other with the same lack of respect and disregard for personal feelings as the humans who kept them all these years.
“I don’t doubt your abilities at all, Solar.” Denhar