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me butterflies in my stomach. It was like waiting for exam results.
As the sun moved lower in the sky it started getting cold. I wrapped some warming magic around myself and wondered how much longer Fluffy was going to be.
As if in answer, he streaked in for a classic landing. Fluffy has never been much good at landings. Dragons fly by magic, their wings assist with steering and banking, but little else. They land in a kind of controlled stall with their wings spread wide to reduce their forward motion. With Fluffy, it was more like the crash landing of a biplane with his head serving as the brake as he tipped over. Sometimes he got it right. This wasn't one of those times.
The grass proved slippery and he slid on his neck for a good ten feet before coming to a stop a few inches from my feet.
“Meep.” [Hi Jake. You're looking much better.]
“How were the sheep?”
“Meep, meep, meep.” [They're getting harder to find. I think the farmers are deliberately hiding them from me.]
“The swines. Feeding a dragon is their bounden duty as Welshmen.”
“Meeep.” [That's pretty much my opinion.]
“Did Jenny tell you about our visitors?”
“Meep, meeep.” [It was like having a ring side seat. When she's that upset I'm almost in the room. I accidently burnt a sheep to a crisp when you told them about Plath. I like this devious new you.]
“So have you been living the wedding plans?”
Fluffy laughed and small fires sprang up on the lawn, which he casually put out by beating them with his wings.
“Meep.” [Some things I can tune out.]
I looked at the sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight and it looked inviting.
“Care for a quick trip round the kingdom?”
“Meep.” [It would be my pleasure.]
There is nothing quite as exhilarating as riding on the back of a dragon. For one thing Fluffy's neck doesn't provide the most secure of seats and I always end up sliding when we turn. Scales aren't that easy to hold onto and Fluffy doesn't do saddles or reins. Jenny finds it incredibly simple, which is distinctly annoying. But on the other hand, she never experiences the terror of nearly falling off. I wondered how she had got on with bringing people to Salice. Perhaps they never left the ground? As far as I knew, Fluffy could glim anywhere.
Salice is a small kingdom. The furthest boundary is less than forty miles from the city and all the boundaries follow natural features in the landscape. For example, the mountains we were currently flying over. I'd stopped an invasion by turning the pass that ran through them into a quagmire last year.
Salice is surrounded by three similar sized kingdoms. Dantor is to the north and west, Frode to the south and Alegon to the east. The sea is also to the north. When I first hopped to Salice I arrived on its rugged coastline. I'd never seen a boat on the waters and there were none in sight as Fluffy took us down to the beach and skimmed the breaking waves. I whooped in delight.
We soared high into the air before Fluffy glided down towards the city. A bright light shone at us from somewhere in the Palace. Fluffy turned and I instinctively placed a protective shield around us. It was lucky I did because when the full force of the light hit us we were pushed high into the stratosphere. Fluffy glimmed, but the light was in hop-space as well and we were pushed through the mists at incredible speed. I clung on desperately as Fluffy tumbled head over heels, completely out of control. I strengthened the shield around us and tried not to be sick.
After what seemed like forever, the light pushing us faded. Fluffy appeared to be on the verge of unconsciousness. We needed to find somewhere to land. The mist seemed empty until I sensed a rocky world with a safe atmosphere. I used magic to point Fluffy at it and hopped us back to reality onto a smooth rock surface in a very dark place. I slid to the ground and tried to get my bearings.
[Let's not do that again.]
“Are you okay?” I
As the sun moved lower in the sky it started getting cold. I wrapped some warming magic around myself and wondered how much longer Fluffy was going to be.
As if in answer, he streaked in for a classic landing. Fluffy has never been much good at landings. Dragons fly by magic, their wings assist with steering and banking, but little else. They land in a kind of controlled stall with their wings spread wide to reduce their forward motion. With Fluffy, it was more like the crash landing of a biplane with his head serving as the brake as he tipped over. Sometimes he got it right. This wasn't one of those times.
The grass proved slippery and he slid on his neck for a good ten feet before coming to a stop a few inches from my feet.
“Meep.” [Hi Jake. You're looking much better.]
“How were the sheep?”
“Meep, meep, meep.” [They're getting harder to find. I think the farmers are deliberately hiding them from me.]
“The swines. Feeding a dragon is their bounden duty as Welshmen.”
“Meeep.” [That's pretty much my opinion.]
“Did Jenny tell you about our visitors?”
“Meep, meeep.” [It was like having a ring side seat. When she's that upset I'm almost in the room. I accidently burnt a sheep to a crisp when you told them about Plath. I like this devious new you.]
“So have you been living the wedding plans?”
Fluffy laughed and small fires sprang up on the lawn, which he casually put out by beating them with his wings.
“Meep.” [Some things I can tune out.]
I looked at the sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight and it looked inviting.
“Care for a quick trip round the kingdom?”
“Meep.” [It would be my pleasure.]
There is nothing quite as exhilarating as riding on the back of a dragon. For one thing Fluffy's neck doesn't provide the most secure of seats and I always end up sliding when we turn. Scales aren't that easy to hold onto and Fluffy doesn't do saddles or reins. Jenny finds it incredibly simple, which is distinctly annoying. But on the other hand, she never experiences the terror of nearly falling off. I wondered how she had got on with bringing people to Salice. Perhaps they never left the ground? As far as I knew, Fluffy could glim anywhere.
Salice is a small kingdom. The furthest boundary is less than forty miles from the city and all the boundaries follow natural features in the landscape. For example, the mountains we were currently flying over. I'd stopped an invasion by turning the pass that ran through them into a quagmire last year.
Salice is surrounded by three similar sized kingdoms. Dantor is to the north and west, Frode to the south and Alegon to the east. The sea is also to the north. When I first hopped to Salice I arrived on its rugged coastline. I'd never seen a boat on the waters and there were none in sight as Fluffy took us down to the beach and skimmed the breaking waves. I whooped in delight.
We soared high into the air before Fluffy glided down towards the city. A bright light shone at us from somewhere in the Palace. Fluffy turned and I instinctively placed a protective shield around us. It was lucky I did because when the full force of the light hit us we were pushed high into the stratosphere. Fluffy glimmed, but the light was in hop-space as well and we were pushed through the mists at incredible speed. I clung on desperately as Fluffy tumbled head over heels, completely out of control. I strengthened the shield around us and tried not to be sick.
After what seemed like forever, the light pushing us faded. Fluffy appeared to be on the verge of unconsciousness. We needed to find somewhere to land. The mist seemed empty until I sensed a rocky world with a safe atmosphere. I used magic to point Fluffy at it and hopped us back to reality onto a smooth rock surface in a very dark place. I slid to the ground and tried to get my bearings.
[Let's not do that again.]
“Are you okay?” I
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