Chapter Twelve
“I’s think this mountain is growing,” Roam groaned as he struggled to pull himself up on the ledge. “My cat’s not liking me right now.”
“Neither’s my dragon,” Zohar reluctantly admitted as he rolled over onto his back next to Roam. “This is hard works trying to be somebody’s friend.”
Roam turned his head and looked at Zohar for several long seconds before he nodded. It was hard work being a friend, but he liked it ‘cause he liked Zohar and Bálint and Jabir, and even the girls. Pushing himself up, he almost groaned when he realized they still had a long way to go.
“Help!” Jabir’s high-pitched cry echoed from below them. “I’s slipping.”
Roam and Zohar scrambled over to the side to look down. Jabir was just out of reach. He had shifted as well when he realized that the roc
