C12 Chapter 12
Strale stepped out of the cramped tent and stretched his broad form in the sunlight that dappled down to the leaves of the shrubs around him. Finally. He was tired of circular discussions and intrigue. He ached to let his dragon loose, soar above the forest...
He stopped short.
She was there. Sitting beneath the limbs of a massive and gnarled tree. Little flecks danced around her
