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The tunnel widened out to the beginnings of the cavern city proper AuRon halted "I fly fro her palms on her elbows "I wish you had reins, or a saddle, or even a round, his body reserown to colossal size "Just hold on with your legs My neck isn’t any wider than a horse’s body above my shoulders"

He let Hieba put her hands across his back just above his forequarters He twitched--throwing her to the ground in the process

"Hey!" she squeaked

"Sorry, dragons are sensitive when it coo for"

"Maybe we should put a blanket over your back first, like with a horse"

"I don’t have one I’m not a horse I can control retted his state her leg over his back and sit AuRon fought the urge to roll around to get her off He found his body jerking in all the wrong places His back feet wanted to sta

"Is this to war on with ars

"No You feel like an itch I can’t scratch"

"You want et used to it Maybe we should try walking for a while I don’t want to shrug you off e’re at the cloudline"

AuRon started walking, sto helped, for some reason

"This is different from a horse," Hieba said "You’re her than a horse, too"

AuRon curved his neck to look back at her; she inging back and forth as he planted first one foreleg, then the other

"I’ve seen rown dragon is near that height"

"How long until you’re that big?"

"If I live, hundreds of years Dragons groly once their wings are uncased"

Hieba looked wistful "Wish I could see that"

"You saw NooMoahk He was as big as we get"

"He was old; he had sort of a sunken-in look But I didn’ttihters don’t We s and over piles of rubble, buildings-on-top-of-buildings to either side leaning over him The old city’s empty s looked blankly down on thes in their chariots parading this street You are just wanderers in the graveyard of an eettable

"Hieba, there’s a philosopher nae, who so of one of the Eastern Realms at the rim of the Typhoon Seas Back then, the horeater’ and ‘lesser’ races; the elves and dwarves were considered the greater races, the huhters the lesser ones He said the shorter-lived races would be thriving when the others were gone and just legends In his reat races think only of therandchildren’s world He wrote, ‘Each of the Great Race stands on his own, and can rise to the stature of a colossus in the given span of years Each of the Lesser stands on the shoulders of the last generation In time, the pyrarandchildren--"

"You and Naf have a clutch?"

"No No, not yet With matters as they areI’ll explain later"

They could see the sky, fra to open s now," he warned "Let rip" AuRon felt her slender lihten about his neck, just where the collar Djer re at his neck "O," Hieba said<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>