Teyla lowered her pack from her shoulders and untied her sword scabbard.
“I’m going to have a hard time keeping you two in a cabin, aren’t I?” Fel asked.
“Sorry, Sergeant. Maybe we should have brought another bodyguard.” Syla didn’t mention that she hadn’t yet figured out how she would bringhimalong if Wreylith agreed to fly her about.
“You should have brought anarmy.”
“I suppose I should do my best to convince everyone that I should be queen so that I’ll be able to acquire one.” Syla said it as a joke.
But Fel nodded firmly. “Yes.”
If only that were an easy task…
“This isn’t the way down the coast to the rainforests,” Vorik said dryly as Agrevlari flew across the sea. “We’re to start our search on Droha, not one of the Kingdom islands.”
I heard Wreylith is still spending time on the Island of Eliok and pines for companionship,Agrevlari said.It’s on the way to the rainforest.
“It’s not remotely on the way, and I don’t think Wreylith is capable ofpining.”
I’ll be a better dragon ally if I can hunt and eat my fill of elioks before we start this search.
And share the poem you’ve composed with Wreylith?
If she’ll allow me to, yes. Though I’m still refining it. Lieutenant Wise informed me that mangrove doesn’t rhyme with love.
No, it does not.Vorik looked to the side at Wise flying astraddle Tonasketal. He was studying a scroll as the wind tugged at his short prematurely white hair. No doubt, his ability to read the modern and ancient tongues made him a likely human with whom to discuss poetry—and rhyming.
Perhaps I’ll just screech a dragon song at her,Agrevlari said.
Females do enjoy being screeched at.
Dragon females prefer it as a vocalization method. The reverberations we can feel against our eardrums please our senses.
You’re a quirky kind, aren’t you?
Silence, Vorik. I have called to the beauteous Wreylith, and she has answered me.
Telepathically, I assume. You didn’t screech.
Further, they were miles yet from the closest of the Kingdom islands.
Interesting,Agrevlari said after a time, the gray sky starting to spit rain as they flew high above the sea, waves undulating below.She is not hunting but waiting to take your princess somewhere.
Vorik leaned forward, flattening his hands to Agrevlari’s scales. Was it as he’d considered? That Syla herself was undertaking a mission to find the components for the shielder?
Assuming she proves herself worthy of riding on a dragon again,Agrevlari added.
How does Wreylith want her to do that?It hadn’t occurred to Vorik that he might gain information about Syla through dragon gossip.She’s not a combatant.
As soon as the words came out, Vorik remembered Devron’s assertions. He wished he’d stepped into the chamber in time to see and sense exactly what Syla had done to him.
Wreylith wants her to demonstrate her potential and also that she can ride on a dragon’sbackrather than cling ignobly to her tail.
Vorik bit his lip, remembering that. At some point during that battle, Syla had gotten ahold of Wreylith’s tail and hung on. Since he’d been having a dragon disaster of his own at the time, he hadn’t seen all of it, but it had been an amusing sight.
Wreylith is, however, currently wondering if the princess will arrive on the Island of Eliok since her sailing vessel is being set upon.
Set upon?Vorik straightened, thinking of Captain Lesva and her threats.
