Carpathian 23 - Dark Storm
and swung one leg up and over to settle into the
small leather saddle positioned just at the neck junction. She didn’t have to be told
that Dax had provided the saddle for her. There were no reins—it wasn’t at all like
riding a horse. She found stirrups, more to brace herself with than for any other
reason.
Riley grasped one of the long spikes and held on tightly. The Old One didn’t need
to be told she was ready; their connection was growing stronger, just as her bond
with Dax grew stronger with every passing moment. She felt the tremendous strength
as the dragon gathered himself to make the leap into the air. Great wings pumped strong
and they were aloft.
Riley lifted her face to the star-studded sky, laughing with sheer joy. She had dreamt
of adventures, yearned for so much more, hungered for that one partner, that perfect man who would fit with her, would give her the
courage to embrace life. In this perfect moment she had it all. She felt Dax entwined
deep inside of her, holding her close—safe.
The dragon was such an unexpected gift. Dax had given her so many in such a short
time. He was everything she’d ever dreamt of. It was impossible not to fall more and
more for him. He had spun ties around her heart without her even realizing he was
doing it. There was something so incredible about the combination of the gentleness
he inevitably showed her and the fierce, explosive warrior he could suddenly become
the moment circumstances demanded.
The Old One flew high above the forest, and looking down she could see the damage
the blast had done to the mountain. Mudslides had swept away trees in sections, cutting
paths through deep forest. Steam vents had opened, and ash covered everything, but
this side of the mountain had been spared the worst of it. For all the mess of the
ash, looking down on the canopy was incredible. As if reading her mind, and he probably
was, the dragon dropped down closer so she could even make out the animals and birds
taking shelter in the branches.
The wind tore tears from her eyes and blew her hair back from her face. The sound
of her laughter echoed through the skies. She could see why Dax had entrusted the
dragon to make the journey. The powerful wings beat down and up, creating a wind of
their own, so that dragon and rider streaked through the sky, high above the miles
of rain forest. The river looked like a ribbon and the various streams feeding it
appeared to be thin threads cutting through the dark forests of trees.
She should have been afraid, but Dax was too close, in her mind, whispering to her,
pointing out waterfalls and cool, hidden pools as well as the silvery, moonlit leaves
exposed after the wind from the Old One’s powerful wings blew the ash away.
All too soon they were back to the mountain, and the dragon circled, descending over
a ruin of a village. To one side of the ruins she spotted a sea of stars, petals open,
bathing in the moonlight.
Dax. She breathed his name in a kind of awe. It’s so beautiful.
Yes, it is. Thank you for showing it to me through your eyes.
The dragon banked hard and she clutched at the base of the spike at the junction of
his neck, gliding as he approached the field of flowers. She held her breath, afraid
he’d land in the middle of them and crush all those swaying night star flowers. Again
she had the impression of amusement from the dragon. He settled just to the right
of the field without as much as a bump. Very politely he extended his leg.
“Thank you, Old One,” she said softly. “That was . . . extraordinary.” Riley scratched
around the base of the horn on his nose.
The red dragon inclined his head, his eyes glowing affectionately. She stretched,
pacing away from him to get a good look at the flowers. The field was tucked around
ancient circular stone structures, and raised platforms dotted the slopes, very indicative
of the Cloud People. Mist moved around her, enveloping her, nearly obscuring her vision
of the ruins. Up so high, where she was born, in the familiar stunted growth of the
lush forest, she took a moment to look around, hoping the blast from the other side
of the mountain had spared the forest itself.
Thankfully, there appeared to be very little damage. The ruins were intact, a historical
treasure for generations to come. The forest itself, the flora and fauna supplied
by the heavy mist forming the veil of
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