Page 20 of War of the Mazza


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I nodded. That made total sense. They communicated with the dragons as if they were people. Of course.

A greenish blue dragon, the one that I had been slowly approaching moved over to me, dropping its head and turning to the side so its yellow eye stared into my soul.

The dragon was one of the smaller ones, but still the size of a small bus.

“Hello there, creature.”

I blinked. Was that…

“You do speak, do you not?”

“Are you…talking to me?” I asked aloud and Batse laughed. Yunez and the LL just stared in wide-eyed awe. When I glanced at them, their expressions were still too mellow. The dragon must only be talking to me.

The dragon snorted. “Smart creature. I didn’t realize there were any dumber than the flirt.” There was a distinct feminine ring to the words circling my head.

“Hey,” I snapped, my brows pulling down over my eyes. “That’s not very nice. This world is all new to me.”

A soft laugh tinkled in my head. “Then they have done you a disservice to not have taught you of my people. Come, you may ride with me.”

I blinked. “Are we riding in those containers?” I pointed, just in case the dragon didn’t know what I was talking about. I almost slapped my forehead. The dragon may have been onto something when she said I was dumb.

“Those are for the soldiers. You and your mates will ride with me and my sisters. We understand status, and you must arrive in battle in style. The flirt has told us of the war brewing.” She—because I was sure it was a girl now—bent her front legs to lower down to the ground.

And…I see the harness she wore wasn’t a harness at all. It was a saddle—without a pommel. I gulped.

“You’re very pretty. But I’m afraid of heights.” I patted her shoulder, the sleek scales cool under my touch.

She snorted again. “On.”

“Okay,” I agreed as I scrambled onto her back. I didn’t even need help. The way her legs folded and the holds on the saddle were perfect to climb up.

“The pretty one may ride with you.”

“The pretty one…” I murmured as I looked over the guys. Ah, her gaze seemed to be stuck on Sage. Laughing, I jerked my chin over my shoulder. “Come on Sage, she said you’re riding with me.”

He pressed a hand to his chest as his face paled. Suddenly, I melted. He was afraid of portals. Was he also afraid of flying? Or was it going into an attack that brought up memories of his childhood?

“He’ll be safe with us. My sisters and I will not let you die before you reach Senadia. You have our vow,”she said as her ribs expanded with her breathing.

“What’s your name?” I asked as Sage took my hand to climb up behind me. I should have assumed I’d have a buddy rider. It was a double saddle after all.

“Varga,” she purred.

Sage settled and wrapped his arms so tight around my waist, I didn’t have to worry about him falling off as we flew. Me being able to breathe? Yes. But not for him falling.

Batse gave another sharp whistle. “Mannos, we take three ships, and the Cherries the fourth. I need two volunteers to go with the Cherries!”

About fifty men raised their hands. I snickered. They knew when to put on their business face, but also didn’t pass up an opportunity when it presented itself.

“Draga, Risa, go with Cabbie and the Cherries.”

“Whatever for, sweets?” Cabbie adjusted his own Three Suns tunic with his silky sash.

“Motion sickness. They’re excellent healers and mind workers.”

“Good point.” Cabbie grimaced. He must get motionsick himself.

“Don’t worry. It shouldn’t be bad. No worse than a gently rocking ship.”

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