CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
A little dragon she was given
Another voice
This little thing she will love
Only death will separate
Pink scales in the sun
This child will love
Are you here
Yes, I am
—Diaries of a Lost Girl; Terran K-B.
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s they rode out of Sona Tuath, Rhiannon was not sure her relief came from getting out of that dreaded city or thankfulness for finally being on the way to Ghroc. Her baby moved and kicked all the time, and it was uncomfortable to stay astride a horse, even Zellan, for very long. Thank Verna that Ghroc was halfway to her ultimate destination: Ventra. She hoped she would not give birth on the side of the Vel ‘Kur Mountains. They could have taken a ship and been in Ventra under a week, but she had to visit Ghroc first.
They traveled as fast as Rhiannon was a
