Chapter Fourteen
If Llandry had been harbouring hopes that Siggy concealed a vast intelligence somewhere in that tiny head of his, she was disappointed. Being in Sigwide’s head was like floating in a vast bank of clouds. Fluffy, pleasant and decidedly lacking in substance.
Not that she minded. As long as he had food and Llandry, he was probably the happiest creature in Waeverleyne.
I need your help, Siggy, she told him, once she was comfortable in this new perspective.
Sigwide responded with a wordless question.
There are some more ortings out there. I need you to bring them to me.
Her developing draykon senses revealed a few more of Sigwide’s species, one or two close to the city and others further out. She had placed herself on the edge of Waeverleyne, at the base of a tall glissen
