I clutched Sy’s black spine tightly. The wind whipping around my body was the only thing still keeping me upright. I whispered my thanks to it.
The last thing I wanted was to fall into that.
The waves churned and crashed far below. A distant rumble told me a storm was building somewhere out there.
I didn’t doubt it.
“How much longer?”
We are almost there.
“What exactly are we looking for?”
The Isle of Draconis. Few living beings have ever seen it.
“Never heard of it.”
It is the home of my ancestors.
“What happened to the rest of the dragons anyway?”
They sleep. Until the time is right to wake.
“So, there are more?”
Hundreds. But they have not been seen for generations.
“So why did you wake?”
I was chosen for a purpose.
“To protect Seph?”
To protect the balance.
“Do you care for her?”
I felt Sy’s displeasure ripple through the air.
Seph is my little one. Of course I care for her.
“So, you do like her.”
Why do you ask me such questions, air mage?
“Curiosity,” I said with a shrug. “So do dragons, you know…”
Do what?
“You know. Feel things.”
I do not understand.
I sighed and shook my head. “Fuck, Sy. Do dragons fuck or not? Or is that not a thing?”
I have a purpose.
“That doesn’t answer my question. Centuries alone up here — I’m just wondering what you do about it.”
