Wednesday, March 04, 2009
“Dragons,” said Lucy, pointing at the sky.
Jasfoup’s head all but twisted off he whipped it round so quickly. “Where?” he asked.
“There, in the sky.” Lucy finger pointed at the clouds, drifting lazily overhead and Jasfoup let out a sigh, half in relief and half in disappointment. Dragon streaks were the best food in the nine planes. Fortunately, dragons were extinct on eight of them. “They’re just clouds,” he said.
“Are you sure?” Lucy waved. “Because that one has a rider.”
Jasfoup laughed. “It does look like a rider,” he said.
Above, the Elfin dragon rider Hadrim waved back.