Chapter 8: House of the TrinityThe first time she lifted me in her claws, I had a fever dream. I dreamt of a grand parade, lines of blaring instruments. I saw me, but not me. A dragon that was Aria, but not Aria. Everything was in white that day. I don’t remember what happened in that dream, but I remember that the dream ended with a kiss. I always hoped it was Aria and I kissing.
- Charlotte
When I awoke, there was a bitter, sour taste in my mouth. My head was pounding. A numb sensation went all the way from my elbow up to my left shoulder. I could feel our gear and bags scattered about, shaken by the swaying motion too subtle to wake me. The flap of wings reassured me that I was still in good claws. A single beam of moonlight drifted down from above, the muffled sound of snow emanating
