Chapter Six
For a time, Llandry Sanfaer of Waeverleyne had ceased to exist.
For a time, only the draykon lived on, nameless and needing no name. She who was once Llandry had lost sight of herself altogether, forgotten who she truly was in this new shape of hers. The old Llandry had lain imprisoned somewhere in the centre of her heart, while a new Llandry, one proud and vicious and strong, had danced in the skies of the Uppers. She had flown hundreds of miles at impossible speeds, swooped and turned and dived, chased and hunted and fed and sped on once more; testing the power of her form she found it strong, stronger than anything.
Keeping with her, always close, was the larger draykon: the one whose awakening had kindled the draykon fire in her own soul and gifted her with this glorious
