If I was right over that spot, I ought to be able to sense something magical. Magical fish bait? Who knew?
I found a paddle and eased the kayak off the deck, my weapons clunking the sides as I slid in. As I shoved off, I took note of what the house looked like from the water, so I could find it again and return the kayak.
The lake was calm without much of a breeze, so I didn’t have trouble paddling toward the fish meeting spot. The dragon’s aura plucked at my senses again. I paused and glared upward. If he came close, I would wave my paddle at him and tell him to get his scaly butt down here to help me.
But as I frowned up into the cloudy sky, I picked out two auras, not one. The dragon and a smaller but still magical creature. Another wyvern?
A distant roar floated to my ears, almost
