Vivian listened as he talked, her eyes heavy. She felt sleep take her just as he talked about getting stronger with each fight, which was true. He adapted, changed, got stronger with every fight. He learned his opponent. Her father would have to keep on his toes after the first one. She thought about warning him, but then thought that it would do them both good to figure each other out. Male bonding and all.<br/><br/>She fell into a deep sleep, waking later to the sound of a sharpening stone on metal. The sound of it bringing her a smile. The dragon, her mate, knew to care for his weapon. That was good. It meant he took care of what he treasured, like all dragons. All the names he taunted her with came, but she pushed them aside to watch him from the corner, black eyes watching every movement and muscle as the stone rubbed the edge of the blade. She had often spent hours honing her blade. She would need a new one, a sigh slipping from her lips.