The silence is almost as heavy as the gold dragon's breath was. People keep looking at me like I'm something they've never seen before—a ghost, or a miracle. I'm just me. Only, 'me' feels a lot more complete than it did yesterday.
Ruby is... quiet. But it's a good kind of quiet. Like we're finally breathing the same air instead of fighting for it.
Does anyone else feel like the world just shifted an inch to the left, or is it just my perception? Anyway, back to the blade.
