At the end of December, a fresh page unfurls,Indistinct voices from within now heardAs the clock strikes midnight, hope dances in a different lightNew days breathe, let the colors in you ignite, In the arms of tomorrow, whispers of change,In the dark, hide no longer, leave your thoughts unchainedAt the stroke of the clock, a chapter begins,There is again a vacant room to dream, The past is…

The change, when it came, was subtle.

Krahjotdaan didn’t change his pace, but his great head turned back for a moment. The gleam in his eye was that of an absolute bastard. With no time left to think, Meya crossed her arms in front of her face, expecting blistering cold or searing flame.

...That's not a Shout I know. Dov is the only word I recognised. Dragons, I know that much.

I'd ask Serana what it means, but she's a little preoccupied at the moment. Whatever she's thinking about, she's unresponsive. Sulking, maybe.

Best ride ever!

"Whenever a dragon attack my Lakeview Manor I Bend Will it and fast travel away to pretend I’m giving the kids dragon rides!"

"I wish there was a way you could actually befriend more dragons and gain their trust instead of forcing them to do your bidding. It feels wrong to have to use a “bend will” shout in order to be allowed to ride them."

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