Her discreet guardian

Karaszor looked discreetly at her, sideways, so she didn't notice and, as though he feared she might slap it away, he slowly unfolded his right wind over her, guarding her from the rain. She did not reject it.

Warning! Old, old, oooold pic! I just felt like posting it cuz I´m so fond of it. It's one of those rare pics you love even years after, for whatever reason.

Another tender scene from these two. In case anyone cares, this happened before the other one, "Not stone" [link] It hasn't been long since Serin actually allowed him, a dragon, to be her traveling companion, and poor Karaszor barely dares to cough at her, as we say in Spain .

Tis a watercolor^^