"Yes. Sort of." His nostrils flare. It's habit, not objection. The words stay mild, unperturbed — but their pace lifts noticeably. "We need to buy time to run. I can do a distraction, but it won't last long without cover."
He shoots a questioning look to Waver. The skills of shardbearers seem terribly random things. Half wield immense and unheard-of talents. The other half try to tell him about 'television' plays.
"Or I can keep the hatchlings off them. We've got to be ready to act when she stops the threat display."
The girl with the pitchfork leans in to whisper, "Them little ones ain't no bigger than deer, we could take them easy —"
The high dragon stops flaming, and bellows. It's a bone-rattling roar, echoing off the tight canyon walls with shattering force. Across a little ravine, heavy boulders shake loose and plummet to the river far below.
The white-faced volunteer faints, dropping flat to the dirt. The dragonlings shriek excitedly and swarm forward, making a beeline for the group. From the cave mouth, their mother huffs great steamy warning sounds as she lifts one titanic paw to step free.
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He shoots a questioning look to Waver. The skills of shardbearers seem terribly random things. Half wield immense and unheard-of talents. The other half try to tell him about 'television' plays.
"Or I can keep the hatchlings off them. We've got to be ready to act when she stops the threat display."
The girl with the pitchfork leans in to whisper, "Them little ones ain't no bigger than deer, we could take them easy —"
The high dragon stops flaming, and bellows. It's a bone-rattling roar, echoing off the tight canyon walls with shattering force. Across a little ravine, heavy boulders shake loose and plummet to the river far below.
The white-faced volunteer faints, dropping flat to the dirt. The dragonlings shriek excitedly and swarm forward, making a beeline for the group. From the cave mouth, their mother huffs great steamy warning sounds as she lifts one titanic paw to step free.