IronFlame reread Chapter 64, spoilers! “I waited six hundred and fifty years to hatch. Waited until your eighteenth summer, when I heard our elders talk of the weakling daughter of their general, the girl forecasted to become the head of the scribes, and I knew. You would have the mind of a scribe and the heart of a rider. You would be mine.” “You couldn’t have known I would be a rider.” “And yet, here we are.” I have no words.