***Blue’s POV***
It was a bright sunny summer day, the wind was blowing ever so slightly, and I was out in the field on the west side of Zelo Stream. I saw Isiandor flying overhead, which is rare, I knew he must be hunting, and waved him down. “Where is Wolf?” I asked after we had exchanged beginning pleasantries.
“She is still in Gillridor.” He answered.
“When did she go to Gillridor?” I asked.
“When Istoviir fell.” Isiandor told me.
“Istoviir’s dead?!” I asked, astonished. The last I had heard she had two gorgeous babes and was living beside Lake Grace. “When did this happen?”
“Almost two years ago now.” The dragon replied in the common tongue as best he could, for Draconic was seldom known especially since Wolf was gone. He was slow to speak, but had very good pronunci
