to the goddess of the underworld. A memory of his visit to the Central Bank came to mind.
-May my parents rest in peace.- He whispered.- And all my relatives who have passed away.- He added, thinking not only of his uncle and cousin, but also of his father's family. He bowed before both altars, remembering only that in the end, one must show respect to the gods.
The boy withdrew to the entrance and watched the others pray for a moment. Finally, Darius threw something into the offering bowl, made the sign of the star at the height of his heart, and left the Solas shrine. The master approached his student, and they left together. However, Bleist did not head deeper into the house, but opened the door next to the chapel. As it turned out, it led outside.
It was warm, probably very warm for humans, but the temperature made no difference to a dragon. However, the cloudless blue sky was tempting. Flying in this place would probably be pleasant, but Draco refrained, not really wanting to share his secret with even more people, who were essentially strangers.
-As a way to relax, I'd like to go for a ride.- The master said casually.- I think you could use it too.
-Of course, I'd love to see the area.- Draco beamed a little.- Only...- He paused for a moment.- I've never ridden a horse before.- He looked around.- Dragons don't need them. In Dagos, animals were only used in transport carriages and the carriages of rich people who wanted to show off in society.- He shrugged.- My own wings are more reliable than even the best horse.
-It's hard to disagree.- Darius nodded in agreement.- Think of it as fun, a form of relaxation.
-Hmmm... I'll try.
-In that case, let's hurry, the mounts should be waiting.
Draco glanced through one of the transparent sections of the stained glass windows. Not much had changed inside. Now the priest was incensing the statue of Marati, the overseer and the housekeeper were still praying, and a blond-haired boy of no
