I didn’t like flying on other dragons. I had done it more times than I could count, since my fateful Ashwalk, and yet I could never get used to it. Not having control of what we were doing or where we were going. It made my stomach turn and my head light. By the time we landed at the Ashfather’s castle, my legs felt weak, and I needed a moment to gather myself before I could take a step.
The Drakesworn had already shifted back and was waiting impatiently for me when I finally felt ready to walk again. I took a deep breath to ground myself, then pushed away from the wall I had used as a means of staying on my feet.
As we walked through the castle, I couldn’t even look around and take it all in. My mind kept swirling around the question of why I had been summoned. It clearly wasn’t because
