Chapter 61 - Kiema

Oh, there was green everywhere, but it was Saint, not the landscape. His dark brown eyes were a shimmering yellow green gold in here. The dark brown was still evident, but nearer the center surrounding the pupils. The shape of his eye was still the round, almond shape I was familiar with. The pupil, though...that was elongated.

Saint laughed, the sound big enough to rattle my bones. "I'm not a dragon in here, honey. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"I'm feeling great, Saint. Why do you ask?"

One of his reptilian eyes squinted at me. "Because you look like some kind of spirit goddess of old. Your hair is a rainbow of colors until it darkens into black at the ends. And let's not forget, you think I'm a dragon."

I looked down at myself. Just regular old Kiema, golden bronze skin, black hair. I looked back up at him. He towered over me in his dragon form.

"You're saying I don't look how you remember me?"

He shook his head, the movement of his new snout caused a breeze to shi