What did I do?

Treason was soaring over the Sky Kingdom, away from the dragon he loved.

And, he realized, from his child.

I overreacted, didn't I?  I shouldn't have left.  I should have been happy and supportive and perfect.

On the other talon, I don't think I could ever be perfect at anything, other than stealing and fighting other dragons.

Would he ever see Cinder again?  Would he ever meet the dragonet?  He wrinkled his snout.  If he was a SandWing-NightWing hybrid and Cinder a SandWing-SkyWing, did that mean that their dragonet would be half SandWing, a quarter NightWing and a quarter SkyWing?  What would that look like?

He growled, flicking his tail. I think I need to kill someone.

He'd been flying for two days. Was there time to go back, if he wanted to? Had the egg been laid already? Would she take him back?

It's be pretty bold of me to go back, Treason thought wryly. She'd be furious at me, but she'd be glad I changed my mind, wouldn't she? Or would she just be mad at me forever and ever? Could I get her to forgive me?

Maybe not, he thought, but I could try.

Treason whirled in the air and shot back toward the Bay of a Thousand Scales.