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Mina rode Tempest out into the desert, marveling at how the landscape had been changed by the storm. Typically, the dunes had flowing lines that made it seem as if they were rippling, but the wind had laid the sand down smooth and flat. She silently thanked Avera that Aram hadn’t allowed her to leave earlier. The storm had struck quicker than she’d expected.
The scale in her leg alerted her to Copper’s presence. He was on the same mesa that he’d been on the other day where she’d finally encountered him. Mina was dreading the climb to the top and was surprised when the dragon’s voice resonated inside her mind.
Come to the base and I will bring you up.
How will you do that?
With my mighty wings. You humans are not very intelligent, are you?
We’re smart enough to kill your kind, Mina
