∴ Hogsmeade was snowy on that morning. It was nearly time to head back to school, but before that, the young Dragon decided on an early stroll – the last bits of freedom, as he thought them of. Suddenly, a feeling struck him to the bones, leaving goosebumps all across his clothed arms. A touch was felt on his shoulder, a familiar one . . . when he turned, yearningly hoping to see the one to whom the touch he knew belonged, there was nothing there. Nothing but a shadow of what once was. Still, he smiled, and closed his eyes for a moment.
“Thank you, Father.” Kulaan whispered.
✠ Thank you to my wife, Ryanna, for the support and for posing with me! Check out her Flickr by clicking on her name!
CREDITS:
✘ Top ◆ Damaged Society ◆ Tim Suit @ Men’s Only