Chapter Twelve
They had not been long in the air when a wave of excitement swamped Llandry’s senses, emanating from Pensould. It was never easy to keep pace with a draykon so much bigger than she was, but by beating her sail–like wings at an unsustainable pace she was able to draw level with him. Glancing down, she saw nothing to explain his enthusiasm.
Pensould? What is it?
He banked abruptly and circled around, gradually descending towards the ground.
Another draykon grave, he replied. Open your mind, Minchu. You will feel it.
Open her mind? As instructions went, this was vague to say the least. Llandry wasted a few seconds feeling irritable, but with an inward sigh she put that aside.
She knew how the draykon bone felt. She had sensed it before, but then she had been in human form
