Gweyn looked up at the pseudodragon perched on the eaves above her, beaming. The little dragon was magnificent in the low light of the moon, its scales gleaming with a purplish luster. She imagined that Majenko would look even more beautiful, when he could spend time in the sun, eating more nutritious food than what the King of Spiders probably gave him.
She shook her head, slowly.
“No, Majenko. Please don’t say that. As I said, I hold you to no such promise. My intent to free you was so that you could be free, not so you could be someone else’s servant. If you wish to rejoin your clutch and live a life of watching boats in the harbor and eating mackerel with your clutchmates, then you should.”
“That does not mean I wish you to be alone in this world. If you wish to come stay with us for a time, I invite you to do so, as our honored guest, with no other obligation. But you should know something.”
Gweyn frowned, vaguely, and looked away. For perhaps the first time, she felt bad about who she was, and wished she was a better person. But she also knew that if she truly wished to become a better person, she could; so she must not truly want it that badly.
“My sisters and I…we are not good people. We may have done a good thing today, but it is a rare case. We indulge in wickedness of all kinds. I would not want you to compromise your morality. I can tell you are an honorable dragon, Majenko. I fear you would be uncomfortable with our company.”