he next afternoon, I gazed up at the towering walls of Lord Channing’s Twenty-Three Skidd arena, one hand absentmindedly petting Lucky as he ate some grass.
Though he’d been out of commission for as long as I had, unlike me, his muscle memory seemed to be working fine. At Daniel’s command, my dragon had flown solo to Lady Agnue’s today to pick up Girtha and me for Twenty-Three Skidd practice. The two of us—plus Divya and Blue—had made it onto the boys’ teams during spring tryouts last semester. We were the only girls currently on those teams. Hopefully that number would grow in the years to come.
My team, the Seven Suns, and Girtha and Divya’s team, the Lyons, typically practiced on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. Blue’s team, the Crusaders, met on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Sundays.
