We were currently flying across the island to the Breotieacht Camp, the word breatieacht is an old Gaelic word for ailment or sickness, although many of the dragons were not actually sick. They were just damaged, either psychologically or physically…both in some cases. I was nervous about how our visit would be received. The dragons who lived there were all well cared for, with food and supplies being delivered regularly. The only dragon they were accustomed to seeing was Archie, he brought a horse and cart here twice a week filled with food and supplies, often there would be requests made for certain items and Archie would always try to get what was requested. They trusted him, but he was the only one they truly did trust.
I was flying at a steady pace with Cassie holding onto my nec
