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RASHA HEARD THE scratching as soon as she entered her room. She went to the window and looked down. Below her, the dragon with the amber eyes and scarred tail had ruined the flowering bushes under her window and worn through the snow and into the dirt in a large circle.
“What in the world do you want?”
The dragon sat down and tilted his head.
“Go on, you don’t have to stay here anymore, you’re free.” She flapped her arms and pointed at the sky. The dragon misunderstood her. He flapped his massive wings, kicking up dirt and leaves into the window and right in her face. He perched himself on the edge of her balcony. It pulled away from the window under his weight, but held.
He was offering her a ride. Rasha looked down at her gown and thought about changing, but decided it hardly mat
