Galdaro was a giant dragon Kail realized as he rode comfortably on his neck. The brown dragon was three times the size of Kail when he was transformed, which he knew was about average for most other races. For every flap of Galdaro’s wing, Kail was neither pulled, nor pushed around. It was as though the place on top of Galdaro’s body was simply void of air flow and he lay on his back, his hands resting behind his head.
Galdaro said little since they parted with the others. Kail thought he may have been deep in thought about his loyalties and the type of person Ocelot had become. He started using his power to read his mind when Galdaro bellowed deeply. “Never read my mind without permission.”
Kail was dumbfounded. Clearly people could tell their minds were being read, but perhaps because
