in this very place was enough for everything else.
-They surprised me...- He began in a low, hoarse voice.-I was in a park in the northern part of the city. I didn't see them.-He paused for a moment turning his face away.-They caught me in a trap. I barely escaped.
-Did they chase you for long?
-I only escaped them over the harbour at Verda.
-They chased you for more than half a Dagos?
-They're getting better.-He sighed and put his arms around his knees.-One day they might get too good.
-They'll let go eventually.-She put all her confidence into that one sentence, but even so, they both knew it was rather just their wishful thinking.
-I hope you're right, but for now I have to manage somehow.- He smiled tartly at her and looked up at the stars.
-But how Draco? How do you want to avoid them?
-I don't know yet.
They both sat in silence and gazed at the stars in the night sky. They didn't speak, but they understood each other perfectly. Their mere presence was enough to soothe their nerves and drive away their problems.
They had known each other for a long time, basically since they both could remember. They grew up in the same neighbourhood in Dagos and were both outcasts. Jeviev, as the daughter of a poor seamstress with the same name as her daughter, was in no way recognised by the young dragons as one of their own, and spurned by the other children because of her background. Always rejected, left to her own devices. In theory, no one ever said a bad word to her or hurt her, but they didn't want to play with her, talk to her or stay with her for too long. They preferred their own company.
Draco, on the other hand, received much worse treatment. To the kids around him, he was a freak. Someone who is doomed by fate to do all the worst and bring misfortune to everyone next to him. He often became the object of ridicule and attacks from his peers.
