Light Dragons 03 - Sparks Fly

the air.
    “I know that can’t be your father, because your father is the-” I glanced beyond my Baltic to where the others stood watching the vision with interest, and bit off the rest of the sentence. I was still coming to grips with the fact that the man I loved with every ounce of my being was the child of a dragon god. “I know Alexei isn’t your father, but it’s obvious you’re related to him somehow.”
    “End the vision,” Baltic growled, turning Brom and me to face him.
    “I told you before-I don’t know how to end them. What was that bit about avenging your mom?”
    “You would have me let the murderers of your own daughter escape without punishment?” the past Baltic snarled. “You may not care that her death be avenged, but I do.”
    “She was my only daughter! Of course I care! I feel her loss more than you can possibly know, but that does not give you the right to kill Chuan Ren’s elite guard!” Alexei snarled right back at him. “As if the situation weren’t troublesome enough with your actions threatening the peace of the entire weyr, now you must do this!”
    Baltic took me by the arms and gave me a little shake. “Mate, you will cease this immediately!”
    I said nothing, unable to look away from the scene between Baltic and ... his grandfather?
    “I will not be dictated to,” the past Baltic snapped. “Not by you, and not by Chuan Ren.”
    Alexei spun around, his expression as black as his hair. “You are not wyvern here, Baltic; I am. And if I choose to dictate to you, then I will do so!”
    “Ysolde!” the present-day Baltic demanded, his voice filled with ire.
    I glanced back to him. “Chuan Ren’s guards killed your mother? Why? Wait-let’s start first with Alexei. He was your grandfather?”
    “End this!” he said, his patience frittering away into nothing.
    “You keep saying that, but I don’t know how,” I pointed out, wanting to ask him a dozen more questions, but hesitating with the presence of the others.
    “Then I will end it for you!” he snapped, and without concern for the fact that I still held Brom close to me, he pulled me against him, his lips claiming mine, his dragon fire spilling out in a spiral around all three of us. Brom squeaked something about being crushed, until I released him and allowed him to pop out from between us, my attention now focused on the man whose kiss dominated me, demanding a response I was unable to withhold.
    “Aww,” I heard Brom say a minute later, when I could catch my breath and rally my thoughts into something other than how badly I wanted to wrestle Baltic to the nearest bed and have my womanly way with him. “It’s gone.”
    “It’ll never be gone,” I said without a care for grammar, staring into Baltic’s eyes and reveling in the love I saw in return.
    “Never,” he agreed, brushing his thumb along my lower lip.
    “That was fascinating,” Maura said thoughtfully. “Not your kiss, the vision. I had no idea one could revisit the past in that way. What causes that, Ysolde? Do you know?”
    I stepped back from Baltic, not surprised to see that he had, in fact, ended the vision by the simple method of kissing me senseless. “I used to think it was the frustrated dragon inside me trying to get me to wake it up. But it’s woken now, so that doesn’t make sense anymore.”
    “It’s not woken,” Baltic said, brushing back a strand of my hair. “It answered your call when you needed it, but that is all. The dragon inside you still slumbers.”
    “How do you know?” I asked, warmed to my toes by the gentle caress of his hand on my cheek.
    “I know.” He turned back to his phone, dismissing the rest of us.
    “I don’t have a dragon inside me, although Sullivan says when I’m older and I have children, they will be light dragons, and will be able to shift into dragon form,” Brom told Maura. “I wish I could do that. I don’t want to have children, but Sullivan says I probably will later on. How come you turned red when you were a dragon, if you aren’t in a sept?”
    “My father was a red dragon, so that is the form I take when I’m dragonny,” she answered, giving him a little smile that faded almost immediately. “My mother isn’t a dragon, however.”
    “You know I’m going to have at least a dozen questions about that whole scene,” I told Baltic as he consulted a text message he had just received.
    He sighed a particularly martyred sigh. “I know.”
    “I’ll go check to