The dragon wasn't ready to leave in the morning. He slumbered through an entire sunrise and sunset, and only when the moon was high did he finally awaken. About time. Oren had been bitterly impatient all day as he alternated between interrogating Bren in a language foreign to everyone else and running off to check whether the dragon was awake yet. And when the time finally came, it was without fanfare or warning: Only after they had risen into the air did Vica actually spot them over the hill, making their departure. No goodbyes? Nothing, not a word? She chased after them, waving her arms and calling her farewells, feeling rather like she'd been tramped by a stampede of horses by how cold their departure was -
The little one says you will visit him anyway, so there is no need for a goodby
