Trisha yawned. She didn’t realize she had been so tired. Opening her eyes slowly, Trisha frowned at the ceiling above her. Where was she? This wasn’t the ceiling of their living quarters. Trisha turned her head, trying to clear the fog from her brain. She slowly sat up, putting her hand down on the thin, coarse blanket covering the small cot she just woke up on.
Everything seemed to spin crazily for a few moments before things slowly started to stay in one place. It looked like she was in some type of small holding cell of some kind. Trisha shook her head, moaning as it caused everything to spin again. She placed her hand on her belly and closed her eyes, calling softly to her dragon.
Are you and the baby alright? Trisha asked softly.
Her dragon rolled over groggily. Where are we?
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