Wren
I was moving, it was a smooth movement but I could still tell. And it wasn’t slowly either. I could see the whizz of overhead lights burning against my closed lids.
Same as I could feel the coldness of what felt like glass on my cheek. Blearily I blinked. And my eyes wouldn’t obey and open.
I was hurt. Hurt worse than I had ever been hurt before. I delved inwards , taking stock on my injuries , making sure that my dragon was ok.
I found him beaten and broken in my mind. Sleeping fitfully. He was unconscious but still trying to heal us both. If my dragon was this badly hurt I had no doubt that I would have died if I had been human.
So it was lucky I wasn’t human.
“Wren?”
Opals voice was quiet but strong. And a rush of relief flooded through my body. She was ok? Dimly I coul
