"The storm is good," Vica remarked as she clambered back up onto the dragon's back. "No trappers are going to risk going into the Yrol when the weather's so terrible, which means Junior should be safe until we return. And it's been making it harder to see you in the air, too. If anyone had caught sight of you and figured out that you've left the forest, they might have braved the storm regardless."
You are talkative today.
"I'm just -" She settled down (cursing as more scales slipped out from beneath her palms) and fell silent. He was right. She had been rambling all day. They had to have flown hundreds of miles by now, and sometime between when they had left the Yrol five days ago and now, she had slipped out of her deadened fog and begun being - aware. "I'm just feeling better," she sa
