"He's skipped his entire winter hibernation. En-ki, you should return to your home to rest. Vica and I will travel on foot."
Oren was delusional if he thought they were going to beat the speed of the plague by walking. Before, she might have dared to spawn great vines and roots to transport them across the land, much like she had done when they pursued Killian together all those months ago, but she couldn't do that now when she knew it might kill every living thing her power touched and corrupt any man, woman, and child who came close enough to be infected by the residual aura.
"You're so sure of yourself," said Vica as they packed up their meager belongings and prepared for another (short) flight once the elder dragon awoke from his doze. "I mean that in a good way. When I was your age
