As we lift into the sky, I sigh.
“So, you don’t like Naremyn either, huh?” I say to Avani. “Or at least, you don’t trust him? Probably good instincts,” I say and lay down on Avani’s back. I really love riding on him. The air up here is so clean and clear, the sky seems so much closer.
Of course, Avani doesn’t answer me. Even if he did, I don’t speak dragon. It’s an ancient language, older even than the elves. So I lay there, thinking of our next steps. Avani said he had other places where we could search, places he got from Ishir. I wonder how the tiger knows about these places. And I wonder if we’re going to one right now. I didn’t ask Avani where we were going, but he keeps telling me that he’s with me, so I trust that.
I need to find Yhendorn. I need to find him before Naremyn tries
