She turned around to see the moludu staring at the clouds of steam coming from Malarin with anger and dismay. Some had begun advancing toward them. They didn’t seem friendly.
Khamudlo barked something that made them come to a halt. He gave Iadrawyn, Valanandir, and Malarin a look of askance and made a banishing gesture with his hand as he spoke. His meaning was clear.
Go away.
Valanandir pulled Iadrawyn onto Malarin’s back and the dragon took off, leaving the moludu behind in a cloud of dust. Iadrawyn was too absorbed in her own thoughts to protest. Nothing had gone the way she had planned, but she still felt as if making an alliance with the moludu was important. She racked her brain for answers as the bearded warriors shrunk to the size of ants below them.
Saviadro watched from behin
