Both Godfrey and Isolde sat on the sand, staring at the orange light from the setting sun bleeding into the clouds and reflecting off the sea.
The other dragons had gone after working Godfrey until he was panting for breath but, at least, he bought the friendship of the next generation. The older dragons were masters of hunting and, according to Isolde, most of them had mountain caves filled with gold, so he had nothing interesting to offer them.
"This place was once a barren land? It sounds unbelievable." Godfrey muttered.
Isolde smirked proudly.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. "You're more beautiful, Iso."
Isolde felt her cheeks heat up. She batted her long eyelashes several times, shook her head from side to side, then bit her lower lip and looked away.
Godfrey laughed and laid down on the sand, supporting his head with both hands behind it. "I haven't felt this relieved for a long time. We should probably spend our vacations here."
