The dragon must still be asleep, locked in some fever-dream, struggling against phantom enemies. She'd theorised that previously, but this confirmed it. He would not knowingly put his little broodmares in such danger.
Once more, she tugged at the thin, ever-present leash of energy coiling back to her nexus. It expanded in her mind's eye, and once there, it took only moments to find and select the incantation she would need from the vast library at her fingertips.
Opening that rift, even on such a small scale, had cost her a century's hoarded power. But Reyla had been laying away magic on a timeframe that would boggle the minds of mere mortals. She was also in possession of a most wonderful golden magical goose, if she could keep the beast from destroying himself.
Her solution was elegan
