Chapter 12
Slowly, Ripa regained consciousness. His hand gripped his head, attempting to soothe the massive ringing. His eyes rolled beneath his half-open lids.
“Ugh, what…where am I?”
Fuzziness faded into elaborate designs. A colorfully tapestried tent eventually greeted him. Beside him, the design moved; a gentle flow of scales contracting and extending in succession.
“AH!”
Ripa jumped away, now fully awake. Landing in a pile of pillows, his hooves lost their footing. His back crashed into one of the metal pillars of the tent he found himself occupying.
Apo’s tongue flickered in excitement as she lay next to his previous position.
“Morning, sleepyhead. Or should I say, evening.”
Craning his neck from the glint of sunlight piercing through the tent’s coverings, he continued to bac
