A Dragon's Tale
Copyright© 2022 by Antiproton
Chapter 76: Conceal me what I am...
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 76: Conceal me what I am... - An accident + Magic = A man's mind in a dragon's body. After being pulled into a high-fantasy world of elves, magic, and airships, our hero finds himself chased by lords, hunted by mages, and fighting to protect and nurture those he loves while also fighting his new dragon instincts. I promise a happy ending to this character-driven saga, but don't forget: "the course of true love never did run smooth".
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Restart Magic non-anthro MaleDom Light Bond Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Cream Pie First Oral Sex Pregnancy Slow
Ethan smiled widely as Sarah leaned up against him during Ahjah and Thea’s betrothal kiss. He put his arm around her, guessing that she was thinking about their betrothal kiss like he was. The two betrothal kisses had at least one thing in common.
Ethan had been in the Ten Kingdoms long enough to know exactly how a betrothal kiss tended to go. While the father chose his daughter’s husband, it seemed that the girl was usually happy with the result because the jokes about betrothal kisses extending longer than was ideal were numerous. His wives had even once had a conversation where they talked about the longest ones they’d seen.
Ahjah and Thea were certainly following that pattern.
Tellingly, Ahjah ended it just as The King opened his mouth, probably to tell them to stop. Ahjah had even done that with his eyes closed, which Ethan thought was pretty damn impressive. However, just because the kiss had ended didn’t mean the closeness did. Their faces remained quite close and he could see Ahjah’s lips moving, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Whatever it was made Thea grin even wider, and she got the tiniest hint of a blush before Ahjah straightened up and offered his arm to Thea. The gorgeous elf happily hooked her arm through his, and he led her to the side of the room near Ethan and his wives.
Thea was beaming.
Ahjah was more reserved in his expression, but if you looked at his eyes, he seemed no less happy.
Everyone looked at The King, who looked at Delabor and gave a small nod. The herald approached with a scroll in his hand and gave it to The King.
The King took it and then addressed everyone. “There are two more items of business to conduct. While they might be conducted in private, I have elected to conduct them in public.” He looked at Ahjah. “Ahjah Golden Tongue, approach.”
Thea reluctantly slipped her arm out of his and he moved to stand before The King.
“You are hereby formally discharged from your duties as a custodian for my beloved ward.”
“You are wise, honored king.” Ahjah bowed.
“However, she shall retain the custodial bracelet.” The King added with a twinkle in his eyes. “It would not do to misplace your betrothed before the wedding.”
Everyone chuckled, including Thea.
“The second item of business is this.” The King extended the scroll toward Ahjah.
The newly betrothed elf took it, clearly confused, then unrolled it and began reading. His eyes got wider and wider as he read.
“Please, inform the court of the contents if it is prudent to do so.” The Queen asked, though Ethan hadn’t noticed her arrive. She seemed to appear out of nowhere rather often.
“It, it’s a leasing contract...” Ahjah said, disbelieving wonder in his tone. “ ... for the Nomad’s Pride.”
“My ward considered it one of the finest airships she has ever set foot on.” The King said. “And while I could allow her to have a single room aboard the Argo, it is a great blessing of wealth for a man to dote upon his daughters. I considered her being the mistress of a whole airship more appropriate to her station than mistress of a repurposed storage room.”
Both Ahjah and Thea looked dumbstruck.
“What is the rate of the lease?” The Queen asked, and Ethan had noticed that she tended to ask the exact question necessary for The King to make his point. He wondered if, perhaps, The Queen was just as good a wife to The King as her niece was to himself.
It took Ahjah a full three seconds to reply. “The rate requires a lump sum payment for a 200-year lease...” His voice was slightly hoarse. “ ... at the rate of one copper per year.”
∗That’s only two gold total.∗ Rachel thought to everyone. ∗And most elves don’t quite make it to 200 years old; they’ll be able to travel on it for the rest of their lives.∗
Ethan grinned.
∗And better, because it’s still owned by The King and has a member of his family on it, it can fly the royal version of the wood elven flag.∗ Alana added. ∗That means attacking it could be considered an act of war against the wood elves, unless it’s in self-defense. That’ll help keep them safe wherever they travel.∗
Ethan’s grin widened; he was absolutely sure that The King had planned this all out in advance. Man, he was one sharp cookie.
“Honorable Golden Tongue.” The Queen said with amusement in her tone. “If the offer requires this much deliberation, perhaps you could negotiate.”
Ahjah shook his head slightly and seemed to come to himself. “That will not be necessary, honorable Queen.” he looked at The King. “This offer is most magnanimous and exceedingly generous beyond any thought or expectation I ever held.” He reached into a small pouch that was attached to the belt around his waist and produced two gold coins, which Delabor stepped forward to take.
The King addressed everyone. “That concludes this audience. Normal proceedings will reconvene in the throne room of the palace in two hours’ time.” He smiled. “Now, you will excuse me as I have some pleasant business to attend to. Wild Child, Golden Tongue, come.”
The King stepped down from the platform, made eye contact with Ethan, then pointedly flicked his eyes in the direction of a side door. Ethan, his wives, Ahjah, Thea, The Queen, and Delabor followed The King out through that door to a smaller room on which there was a desk with two bottles of ink and two quill pens, probably to sign the lease for the Nomad’s Pride.
“Thank you!” Thea nearly shrieked as she virtually tackled The King in a hug the moment the door closed behind them. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
The King laughed as he hugged her back. “I could not do less for my beloved Wild Child.”
Thea gave him a kiss on the cheek and then let go, her eyes watery and her smile ear-to-ear.
“I considered myself in your debt when you agreed to the betrothal.” Ahjah said, his tone still tinged with disbelief. “And now I find myself hopelessly so.”
“Endeavour to ensure that my ward is provided for, cared for, and protected to the best of your ability, and I will consider that debt discharged.” The King replied.
“For a woman such as Thea, how could I do anything less?” Ahjah replied with a bow.
Thea was very nearly crying happy tears.
If there was one thing that Rachel truly enjoyed, it was seeing the ones she loved being happy. Thea wasn’t as close as her fellow wives of course, but she was a delightful woman and her joy brought a smile to Rachel’s face. Thea’s smile grew even wider as her new betrothed and The King signed the lease for the Nomad’s Pride.
“Yeah.” Alana said from next to her with a grin.
“Honored prophet.” The King addressed Ethan after he had set down the pen he had used to sign the lease. “You are accruing quite the fleet.”
“Fleet?” Ethan cocked his head to one side.
“The Argo, the Midnight Sun, the Nomad’s Pride, and Ralgar’s airship.” Rachel counted.
“I guess that is a fleet. Huh.” Her husband chuckled.
Ahjah looked at Thea. “My betrothed.”
Her smile got even wider and she wiped her cheeks, which still had residue from her happy tears.
Ahjah continued. “I shall need to inquire about hiring one or two deckhands for the Nomad’s Pride. She could be crewed by only two, but it might be better to have another one or two with us to crew the ship while we sleep if we are going to sail in formation with others.”
Thea nodded.
“Do not concern yourself.” The King said. “I have already put plans into motion on that account.”
Ahjah looked at him. “Your generosity truly knows no bounds.” He bowed deeply.
“It is my desire to see my ward protected.” The King replied. “Now, I believe there is one with whom my ward would wish to celebrate her joy, and I have arranged a surprise for the first Mrs. Ejder.” He looked at Alana, then gave Delabor a short nod.
The herald bowed and left the room.
“Thank you for saying my name and looking at me in front of the court.” Alana replied, getting slightly choked up.
Rachel had been smiling when that had happened, and she still was. The King was very much intended to be the one setting trends in the realm. Because he had addressed Alana by name, it was likely that the vast majority of wood elves would as well. As Rachel’s mother-in-law might say, it ‘made her heart happy’ that her best friend was finally being accepted by her people.
“You are welcome.” The King smiled. “However, I do believe there are others whom you would prefer to speak your name.”
Beth opened her mouth, assuredly to ask who, when Delabor opened the door and entered with three people behind him. The first was a relatively tall older elf who carried himself like a military man. His blonde hair was relatively short in the style of the wood elven military and the exact color of The Queen’s hair, only with a bit of gray about his temples. Next to him was an older elf who looked very much like how Rachel guessed Alana would look when she was of the age to be a grandmother. The third person was an elf with red hair who looked as much like Thea as sisters usually did.
Alana gasped as her beautiful mouth fell open.
“I present the honorable Halvaer Kalon, called House Head, and his wife, Railen Kalon, called House Matron.” Delabor said.
“Alana.” Halvaer and Railen said at the same time, both of them looking directly at her. Railen opened her arms and after a stunned moment, Alana ran to her grandparents. Halvaer made it a group hug, a smile cracking his military demeanor.
“I also present Sarisa Numatia Asimentae, called Beautiful Philanthropist.” Delabor said, then stepped aside as Thea’s sister hurried into the room and hugged Thea tightly, then they started jabbering away in elvish.
Ethan looked at The King. “You’re really pulling out all the stops today.”
“A benefit of being a king: one is capable of such things.” The King replied with a smile.
“I knew I liked you for a reason.” Ethan smiled at him while Alana and Thea started talking to their relatives.
Rachel smiled.
She loved seeing her lovely friend happy, and never more than now. Things had been so hard for them recently, especially with the ambush, and this was such a breath of fresh air. And, unlike the previous joyful events where she had felt like she was -- as her husband might say -- ‘waiting for the other shoe to drop’, she didn’t feel like that right now.
Oh, there were surely hard times coming when they went to the Wilding Lands, and she highly doubted that their troubles were fully over in Nalatia. However, she wasn’t waiting for the other shoe to drop anymore. That was wonderful.
Ahjah spoke to Ethan. “Honored prophet, I have not forgotten that Thea and I promised to speak to Lady Delmar on behalf of Sarah.” He glanced at Sarah, who was talking to Taloni and Beth.
“She’ll really appreciate that.” He grinned. “Congratulations.”
“Thank you, I am honored to have her hand.” He said as he looked at Thea fondly. “I think it is fitting that after everything that you and your wives have done to help us become betrothed, the first thing we do as a betrothed couple -- after the initial celebrations -- will be to speak to Lady Delmar on your behalf.”
“A seed of kindness grows into the tree of friendship.” The King smiled at his future son-in-law ... or at least something like a son-in-law since Thea was his ward, not his daughter. “Come, I have had a celebratory luncheon prepared so that all might get acquainted and share in the mutual joy.”
Rachel smiled at that.
As they left the room, Thea maneuvered herself beside the redhead and spoke quietly. “Do you want Ahjah and me to say anything to Lady Delmar about you? Or perhaps ask her to pass along a message to your father?”
Rachel hesitated before answering.
Ahead of her, Alana was talking with her grandparents and all three were all smiles. Rachel loved seeing her best friend so happy with her family, but Rachel’s own situation was different. Alana’s family wanted Alana, but Rachel’s father didn’t want her. She swallowed as her eyes suddenly felt a little dry.
“I’m sorry.” Thea’s face partially fell, likely in sympathy, but she was clearly far too happy to be sad right now.
“Thank you for asking, but I don’t think he wants to hear from me.” She replied, but as she thought about it, maybe that wasn’t true? She remembered how he’d pulled her off of the Argo during that fight. He hadn’t hurt her, and she wondered if perhaps he had been trying to protect her. She just didn’t know.
“Would it be better if I just mentioned you to Lady Delmar and see if she says anything?” Thea asked.
“Okay.” Rachel nodded, not sure what else to say.
“You’re his daughter; there’s no way that he could not care.” Thea said gently.
“Thank you, I hope so.” Rachel replied. “Now go, celebrate; I’ll be fine.”
Thea looked at her for a moment, then nodded. “We’ll do it first thing after the luncheon.”
“Again, thank you.”
Thea went to rejoin the others, and Ethan appeared at her side the moment the elf was gone.
“Are you okay?” He asked quietly.
“I ... I don’t know.” She replied honestly.
“Your father?” He asked.
She swallowed, then nodded.
He put his arm around her. “If I could wave a magic wand and make that go away, I would. Sadly...”
“Thank you.” She replied. “If I just knew he cared, that would mean a lot. It seems too much to ask for though.”
“You never know.” Ethan replied. “Speaking from what little experience I have--” He nodded toward Alana. “--I find it hard to believe that a father could ever truly stop loving his daughter.”
Rachel nodded, hoping it was true but not daring to think it was.
Ethan had a wide smile on his face as he watched his family getting along splendidly with everyone. Alana had her extended family around and one of the largest smiles he’d ever seen on her face. Everyone else was mingling and talking without much awkwardness at all. It was good to see.
“Pardon me, honored Prophet.” Sarisa said from beside him.
“Hey.” He smiled at her, then nodded toward Thea. “Your sister seems like she’s on cloud nine.”
“I assume that is an idiom for ‘very happy’?” The elf replied.
“Yup.” He nodded.
“Then she is, and I thank you for that, and also for all the progress you have made toward freeing Kalaya from her shame.”
“I’m not sure that I’ve done much for Kalaya yet, but I’ll work on that next.” He replied. “I have some people coming into Nalatia that will be able to help figure out how they screwed up their understanding of that ‘shame verse’ so much.”
“Yes, the ‘the’ versus ‘this’ distinction.” Sarisa nodded. “You have already made more progress in months than I have in decades; I’m sure you’ll succeed.”
“I’ll certainly try.”
“I know.” She replied with a contented and hopeful smile.
After a moment, Ethan spoke again. “So, what about you? Is there anyone out there who would make you smile like that?” He paused. “Well, besides Kalaya.”
“No.” Sarisa replied with the same calm and settled certainty that one might use if asked if there was a chance that the sun wouldn’t rise the next day. Though, then she added. “Perhaps, if it did not trouble Navaro, I could marry him to be with Kalaya. I respect and admire him, but nothing more than that.” She got a small smile on her face. “I think he would be a good husband, but without Kalaya, I would never consider it.”
“I’m not surprised.” He replied pensively. “Would they mind?”
“I have never asked, and I will never ask.” Sarisa replied. “That is not the kind of thing a friend should ask.”
“Fair.” Ethan nodded. “But you hope they’ll offer?”
“No, I hope they will be happy.” Sarisa replied with a small but utterly genuine smile. “Because of my persistence, I was eventually able to exchange letters with Kalaya. At Navaro’s request, I occasionally mentioned to Kalaya that I had greatly enjoyed something that we had never shared, but that she had shared with Navaro. She always replied to those with enthusiasm. That enthusiasm has never wavered over these long years. Without Navaro, Kalaya will never truly be happy, and the reverse is also true.”
“Maybe, just maybe, Kalaya is like her daughter.” Ethan said, then pointedly flicked his eyes to where Alana and Rachel were talking. A casual observer would think they were just good friends, but a close observer might notice that they were more.
“That would be wonderful.” Sarisa replied. It was a simple statement of fact without an expression of hope attached. However, he was pretty sure that was only because she didn’t want to get her hopes up.
Fiona sighed as she exhausted her mana supply attempting to purge the toxins from the small amount of her blood in a bowl in front of her. She really hated doing this, but could absolutely see why it was a good thing to learn. She hoped that she would never need it, but if -- Illuminar forbid it -- someone ever poisoned her or she got seriously sick, it would be important.
“Well done.” Mage Weston said as he paused reading a book and looked at her over the top of his half-moon spectacles. “I know many a young mage who would believe himself blessed by Illuminar himself if he could master such things so quickly.” He paused. “Are you sure you don’t wish to pursue more magical learning? You appear to be quite gifted at it.”
“Thank you, but I’m not wanting to.” Fiona replied, pretty sure that her ‘gift’ with magic was because she was bonded to a dragon since it had taken her longer than most to find her mana. “I’ll be having two babies soon, and babies are needing their mother a lot in the first few years.”
“I’ll ask again when they’re a little older, unless you and your husband keep having them.” By his tone, he thought it likely.
“We’ll be seeing.” Fiona replied noncommittally. She would love to have more children with Lord Delmar of course, but she wasn’t sure he wanted that.
Lately, she had been spending a lot of time thinking about the story Ethan and his wives had told to Prince George, which had been recounted word-for-word to her by Tabitha. She wanted to attack the story, but it seemed consistent. It honestly made rather a lot of sense to her, and slightly more sense than the official story from Narlotten. It had also tugged at her heartstrings when his wives had described how he treated them. That affected her more than she would’ve liked to admit.
She also found herself considering the evidence that Lord Delmar had against them, specifically Ethan himself. The strongest parts of it came from the court mage of Ivernia, Theo Melek, who had been in The Arena when Ethan had raised Kendra. While thinking about it, an idea occurred to her.
“Mage Weston, can I be asking your opinion of Theo Melek, the court mage of Ivernia?”
He didn’t respond immediately.
After a second or two, he slowly closed his book, gently laid it on the table, then removed his half-moon glasses and set them gently on the book. Only once that was done did he look at her, but she couldn’t place his expression.
“Why do you ask?” He said after another moment or two.
Fiona looked around the Helene’s deck to make sure no one else was nearby, then lowered her voice. “My husband was telling me about the strongest evidence he’s having against Ethan, and Mage Melek is figuring prominently in that.”
Mage Weston slowly nodded, a thoughtful frown on his face. “Mage Melek is one of the most brilliant Arch Mages in the Ten Kingdoms. His command of magic is legendary, almost as legendary as his hatred of dark magic. He is a generally affable, pleasant fellow, who is ready and willing to discuss any topic at the drop of a hat. He is well-informed and speaks quite eloquently, and as such is popular with almost everyone he meets, especially the ladies, though he practically never returns their affections.”
“Especially the ladies?” Fiona asked. That seems strange for an Arch Mage, especially since they tended to be older.
“He is unusually attractive.” Mage Weston replied. “Women seem drawn to him, but he has become an expert in politely rebuffing their advances. He has never married, and I have never seen nor heard of him paying undue attention to any woman, no matter how attractive.”
“Are you trusting his testimony?” Fiona asked.
“On any element of magic, certainly.” Mage Weston replied. “However, his hatred of dark magic is legendary, surpassing even your husband’s hatred of it. That might, perhaps, cloud his judgement on this matter. That he detected dark magic usage when Ethan raised Kendra seems unquestionable. Whether it was Ethan is far less certain.”
Fiona nodded slowly.
She thought about that for several seconds before something caught her attention. On the dock nearby, about a dozen members of the palace guard were approaching the Helene. At their center were two elves, a man and a woman, who were taller than the guards. The female elf was easily the most beautiful woman that Fiona had ever seen, no comparison. The other was handsome, but not especially so. Both had wide smiles on their faces that were probably subconscious, and they would occasionally glance at each other, then smile wider.
They approached the Helene’s gangplank and Lord Delmar emerged from the captain’s cabin, probably to greet them.
“Go, we can resume tomorrow.” Mage Weston indicated the visitors, then incinerated the blood in the bowl.
Fiona nodded and went to stand by her husband as he spoke to the newcomers after inviting them onto the Helene.
“Honorable Ahjah Golden Tongue, honorable Pelathea Wild Child; congratulations on your betrothal.” Lord Delmar was saying.
“Thank you.” The elven woman beamed and glanced at her betrothed. She had a glow about her that Fiona more often associated with newly-married women.
“Thank you.” Ahjah said, then head bowed. He was far more composed about it, but he had something of a glow about him as well. “We come bearing an invitation that might give you pause, however, I ask that you hear the request in full before rendering judgement.”
“Very well.” Lord Delmar nodded once.
“You might know that I have been traveling with the Prophet of Illuminar.” The gorgeous elven woman said. “In that time, I formed a friendship with his betrothed, Sarah.”
Fiona was suddenly paying much more attention.
Thea looked at Fiona. “She’s been missing you terribly and would love to meet with you.”
Ahjah addressed Lord Delmar. “However, she is also sensitive to the fact that you likely would have security concerns about such a meeting.”
“I would.” Lord Delmar replied.
“I spoke to my guardian, The King, earlier.” Thea said. “He agreed to allow such a meeting to take place in the Hall of Meeting, attended by his own personal royal guard, and also as many of your own guard as you wish to attach to your wife’s protection.”
“Neither the Prophet, nor his other wives, nor anyone who travels with him would be allowed inside the Hall of Meeting until Lady Delmar has left after the visit is concluded.” Ahjah said.
“Can I?” Fiona looked at her husband.
He didn’t reply immediately.
“If you find these security arrangements unsuitable, they could be modified, within reason of course.” Ahjah added.
“Ahjah Golden Tongue; you are well titled.” Lord Delmar said after a moment.
“Thank you, Lord Delmar.” Ahjah replied. “My betrothed and I made the arrangements in advance to ease the offer.”
Thea glowed just a little brighter and released a contented sigh when Ahjah referred to her as his betrothed.
“I could accept those arrangements, provided I was close at hand to personally intervene if the false prophet moved against my wife.” Lord Delmar said after a moment, and Fiona thought there was a hint of protectiveness in his tone. That, of course, made her heart soar.
“The Prophet guessed you would reply as such, and he insisted on being exactly as close as you are; no further.” Ahjah replied.
“It was your daughter, Rachel’s suggestion.” Thea added, and Fiona thought she was watching them both quite closely as she said it.
Fiona looked at her husband to see how he reacted, but he was being unusually controlled in his reactions at the moment.
“Please milord?” Fiona asked.
“The palace guard and your own personal guard can be as close as you would prefer; in the same room if you wish.” Ahjah said.
“I have seen the Prophet train on the Argo.” Thea added. “Even when trying his best, he would be no match for a dozen of The King’s best guards in a confined space. Perhaps in an open space because of his wings, but not in a confined space.”
“Please?” Fiona put her hand on his arm.
He looked at her, which of course meant that he was looking down because he was a whole foot taller than she was.
“Very well.” Lord Delmar nodded once.
“Thank you.” Fiona smiled.
“Sarah made it clear that she would be available at your earliest convenience.” Thea said.
“Um, I’m needing to feed Conner soon, but could we be doing it right after? It would be within the hour.” Fiona asked.
Thea grinned. “Sarah was hoping for that as well.”
Ahjah looked at Fiona. “A palace messenger will come to escort you when all the preparations are ready, likely within the hour.” He looked at Lord Delmar. “I assure you that even if the Prophet was a necromancer and wished your wife ill, he is not foolish enough to spit on The King’s generosity and protection. Lady Delmar will be safe from the Prophet, even if he wished her harm.” He paused. “Though, I should add that I have personally witnessed the care that the Prophet has for his wives and others, care a necromancer could not have.”
“Even Saidow clothes himself as an angel of light.” Lord Delmar replied. “Even the most discerning man can be deceived.”
Thea spoke up. “Lord Delmar, pardon my Wild Child ways, but I should like to point out that my guardian has called you a very discerning man before.” She looked at him pointedly, the implication obvious.
Lord Delmar looked at her. “It is said that after many years of marriage, spouses come to resemble each other in habits and traits. You appear to be well in advance of that usual progression, as you are betrothed to an elf with a Golden Tongue.”
Thea got a slightly sheepish, slightly embarrassed smile on her face. “Thank you.”
Fiona couldn’t help but notice that her husband hadn’t answered Thea’s implication, but had deflected instead.
“Sarah is so excited to see you.” Thea said to Fiona with a grin.
“And I, her.” Fiona grinned back.
“Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.” Selene quoted as she held Ethan’s new disguise gem, freshly delivered through the portal stone from Elder Goman.
The brunch to celebrate the newly betrothed couple had gone very well. Alana’s grandparents were delightful people, the food had been good, and it had sometimes been hard to tell who was happier: Alana because her extended family was there accepting her, speaking to her, and using her name, or Ahjah and Thea for obvious reasons.
“Huh?” Beth looked at Selene like she’d sprouted an extra head.
“It’s from a famous playwright on Earth.” Selene explained as she looked at the disguise ‘gem’.
It did have a small gem in it, but it was mostly composed of dragon steel. It was oval in shape, perhaps two inches on the major axis, slightly over one inch on the minor axis, and about a third of an inch thick. It was smooth and rounded, and there was a small white oval gemstone in the center. The coloring fit Ethan quite well, especially when he was wearing his white armor.
“It’s perfect.” Alana said after Selene had handed it to her to look at.
“Better than his current one?” Beth asked.
“Definitely.” Alana closed her eyes and slowly moved her hand over the disguise gem. “I won’t pretend to understand the whole enchantment, but it looks like part of how it works is looping the enchantment back on itself to...” She frowned, then shook her head. “No, no it feeds into the wearer, but that wouldn’t work unless...” She frowned again and trailed off.
“There’s a note.” Beth said. “It says that Ethan needs to put a drop of deep mana into it to make it work. He also strongly warns against anyone else doing that, or even trying to use it after Ethan has bonded to it.” Her eyes got a little wider. “He says it could be dangerous for a non-dragon.”
“I can see why.” Alana said as she ran her hands over the disguise gem again. “Disguise gems have never been able to completely hide someone because all mortals constantly draw mana in from the Ether. That draw disrupts even the best disguises in subtle ways that a magic user can detect. However, since Ethan is a dragon, he doesn’t draw mana directly.” She nodded slowly, then ran her hand over the disguise gem again. “This was designed for a dragon.”