She settled in her bed at last, exhausted, and listened to the low rumble of voices. Two dragons spoke just loud enough to remind her of their proximity even after she had sought refuge in her sleeping quarters. She didn’t understand their language, but she followed the conversation through tone and inflection. She recognized Toport’s low, smooth voice, which lacked emotion most times. The other voice was feminine, soothing. Arais’kei’s side of the conversation seemed much more pleasant than Toport’s.
Koragi sighed and pulled the soft blanket over her head, blocking the voices so that they became only a soft drone. Her stay had not had a pleasant start, but as she lay there, she couldn’t ignore some striking, humbling details. She looked up into the darkness, unable to see anything, but s
