stay with you,” she continued without
skipping a beat. “I’ll take Gram with me to Dunbar.”
“Take them both,” said her brother. “I won’t need
help searching and Chad can’t track from dragon back. I’d feel better if you
had two people watching out for you in a strange place.”
It was uncustomary for her brother to show such
concern, and she bristled at his suggestion that she might need protecting.
They argued over it for several minutes before she gave in. Matthew was
unreasonably stubborn. It wasn’t worth the energy.
“Tell Mother what we’re doing when you get back home
this evening,” she told him at last. It gave her some small pleasure knowing
that he would face their mother’s disapproval alone.
“You should send one of your little minions,” he
replied. “I might not go back for a day or two.”
Something in his words didn’t quite ring true. Moira
wondered what he might be planning, but then she decided he was just covering up
his fear of facing the Countess by himself. He’s going to use his search as
an excuse to avoid facing her for a few days, she guessed.
She used her aythar and a few quick words to lighten
Gram and Chad, so they wouldn’t present too much of a burden for Cassandra. As
they took to the air, she looked down, watching Matthew wave goodbye. She
couldn’t help but think she had gotten the better of their bargain.
Chapter
2
Cassandra’s back was crowded with three passengers.
Moira rode in front, with Gram behind her and Chad behind him. She had used a
temporary spell to lighten their weight and another to cause them to stick to
the dragon’s back.
Knowing they couldn’t fall off helped with their
anxieties, but she could tell they were still uncomfortable. She smiled to
herself as she listened to the hunter swearing quietly to himself. Gram on the
other hand remained silent, but his hands were clenched into fists.
It’s going to be a long and tiring flight, said
Cassandra’s voice in her mind.
We shouldn’t be too heavy, answered
Moira. I lightened the load for you.
It’s more than that, responded
her dragon, the three of you disrupt the airflow around me, so I have to
spend more energy using my wings to keep us aloft.
Let me know if you get tired, said
Moira. There’s no reason we can’t take breaks if necessary.
Grace flew beside them, her slender form keeping up
with ease. She was still too small to help by carrying Gram, but she had been
growing rapidly. In another month or so she might be able to carry a rider,
judging by the rate at which the other dragons had grown after hatching.
The wind made normal conversation difficult, and they
lapsed into silence. Moira wasn’t bored, though. Her mind was preoccupied
with the ever changing vista around her. Despite their speed, the mountains
seemed to pass by slowly beneath them. The sun might have been hot on their
shoulders, but the frigid air did more than compensate for that. In fact, they
were becoming increasingly cold.
Moira created a shield around the humans in a sloping
dome-like shape to divert the rushing wind, and then she used a word to adjust
the temperature within.
That’s better, noted
Cassandra.
Were you cold? she
asked the dragon, somewhat surprised.
I meant the strain of staying airborne. It
isn’t perfect, but you aren’t creating as much drag now, explained
Cassandra.
That wasn’t what I was aiming for, but
it’s good to know, thought Moira. She was still relatively
new to flying, but she was learning that it was more complicated than she had
originally realized.
They only had to stop twice before nightfall. After
their second break, they flew until dusk had deepened to the point that they
could barely see. Magesight was a poor substitute for normal vision when
flying, given its range limitations. Without moonlight, they were resigned to
finding a place to stop in the