http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLi_osYNsOU Waiting for you-Richard Marx

Where ever you go, whatever you do. I will be right here waiting for you...

The little dragoness has taken up sleeping in the library. Usually coiled up around the faintly pulsing soul stone that had been recovered after the death of the demon Oz.

Ice blue eyes would drift open as she peered around at the books. There were so many. Still...one of them had to hold the spell needed.

Her father was working on finding an egg. where, he wouldn't say, but not once would she leave the stone's vicinity.

She would not take the chance of a hatchling finding it and adding it to their own horde. Or even worse, the chance that it might accidentally get broken.

Nostrils twitched, and a soft rumble sounded as she lightly nuzzled the prison that held her beloved mate's soul.

Soon she carefully picked the stone up within her jaws and slid closer to the tomes.

Surely she could find something that would work..

She would study many of her books, until she needed to rest her eyes. perhaps a walk would do.

Still clutching that stone as if it were the most precious thing that she possessed, she would unfurl her wings and push off the ledge just beyond the waterfall.

The dragoness then glided towards town. There was one way that she knew the stone would never leave her, and she was headed to that very shop.

The jeweler's....As much as she hated the feel of a collar around her neck...It would keep the stone safe, and close to her at all times.