Shanna watched from the dragons’ eyes as the world blurred under her, the smoking ashes of the trees below her called to the primal side of her. To the dragon. Turning in slow circles, wings wide and level and using her tail as a rudder she made her way back to the smouldering gash in the bright green forest. The once tall pines nothing but embers on the forest floor where her dragon fire had obliterated them. Landing lightly and stepping onto the still hot ashes she sniffed them. Taking in the heat and aroma of thousands of years. Reading in her minds eye the life and death of this part of the woodland. There were a few deer that had been caught in the inferno. She felt bad, but the dragon was craving ashes. Like they were her food. Would she have burn things every time the dragon took he
