Page 84 of Consort's Dragon
Agreed, but she did make great bait.The yummy crunchies came running for her instead of hiding in their burrows.The dragon holding Avera spoke and she cringed at being called bait.Do you have news of the guardians?Do we know where they’ve fled?
Alas, no.The little man left behind didn’t seem to know.
The dragon reached a height that dizzied, but the true shock came when Avera saw the second dragon.A massive beast several times the size of those just hatched.Where had it come from?Surely a dragon its size would have been noticed.
It took a moment before her mind clicked and she blurted, “You’re the dragon from Verlora.”
We meet again, Avera Voxspira.
“Did you come to save your friends?”
At the time, I didn’t realize they’d require assistance.I actually chose to leave my hoard so I might assist my new servant.He seemed rather determined to rescue you.
It could only be one person.“Griffon’s alive?”
He was when I last saw him, but that state will depend on the little man’s skill with a blade.They were preparing to duel as I departed.
“He’s fighting Titus?”Having never seen the emperor wielding a weapon, she had no idea if he’d be any good.
I don’t know if I’d call it a fight.The little man smells of cowardice.
“Because he usually gets others to do his dirty work,” she murmured.
That is often the way of tyrants,agreed the big dragon.
“You know my name,” she stated, “But I don’t know yours and I don’t think calling you Big and Little Dragon is appropriate.”
The pair of them snorted.
Accurate, though.The large one chuckled.
Not for long,promised the smaller.
I was formerly Verlora, but have since chosen to call myself Argent.
“Nice to meet you,” Avera politely said.
I have no name currently,said the smaller dragon.In my past life, I used to be known as Daerva, but with my rebirth, I need to choose something new.
“Your friends used names from the stories I told them,” Avera replied.“They chose Calixte, Lance, and Gunther.”
Fine names.Can you think of others I might enjoy?
The query had Avera wracking her brain.“When you appeared in the chasm to save me, you resembled a streaking star.Even now, you have the faint glow of starlight.”
Starlight,mused the former Daerva.I rather like that.Thank you, Voxspira.
“Please, call me Avera.”
That used to be one of my names many lives ago,Starlight replied.A fine choice for one descended from me.
Er, what?“You’re my ancestor?”
Oh yes.I can smell it in your blood.
She’s got a bit of me in there too,Argent declared.It would seem some of our blooded servants intermingled.
Related to dragons.Reading it was one thing, but to have them confirm… Avera wondered when she’d wake up.
