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again.
She leaned against his broad chest, hugging his long neck. That sounds so
nice, but what if this woman Adora really is my mama? Oh, sweet Mother of All!
Roland, thank you so much for telling me about them. They might really be my
family.
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I think they probably are. And if I m right, we ll go where they are or ask
them to come to us. I know they ll want to see you as much as you ll want to
see them.
Oh, I hope you re right!
I m always right. You ll learn that soon enough.
His tone was teasing as his neck craned over her to breathe warmth into the
pool she d been using to wash her things.
You re shivering, Lana. Warm yourself in the pool and finish your washing. We
need to rest up so we can cross the river at first light. I want the dawn to
sparkle off Tor s beautiful silver scales so you make a grand entrance to my
land. His size alone will have all the dragons talking about him soon enough,
but we have few silver dragons among our number and none so brilliant as Tor.
Is that true?
Tor bounded over, full of fish and starting to get sleepy as young dragonets
often did.
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Are there other dragons who look like me?
A few, Roland told him.
But none as big as you are, Tor, I don t think.
The dragons in my land are all the colors of the rainbow. There are only a
handful of black like me. A few dozen are silver, but they are mostly silvery
gray not bright, clear, iridescent silver like you. If I had to guess, I d say
you were an Ice Dragon. They are rare, even in the Northlands.
An Ice Dragon? That sounds nice, was Tor s sleepy reply as he settled his
large bulk down for a nap. Within moments, he was fast asleep.
Lana smiled fondly at him as she made her way to the small pool
Roland had heated for her. She took off her footwear and tested the water with
her toes, a little hesitant about how deep the water might be.
Cautiously, she stepped into the shallow part of the pool where she could
still see the bottom, moving inch by inch lower into the warm water. It felt
like heaven.
Her filthy pants and tunic billowed around her as she sank lower and she
decided to take them off once she was in water up to her shoulders.
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Turning toward the bank, she found a good spot with a big, flat rock and a
shallow area where she washed her clothes, then wrung them out as best she
could. She threw the damp clothing toward the grassy bank where Roland s warm
breath made quick work of everything that had gotten wet.
Lana noticed the black dragon watching her intently. She realized she was
naked under the water, but this was a dragon. He should have no interest in
her naked human body, but something gleaming in the depths of his faceted
emerald eyes made her think otherwise. Ridiculous, she told herself, he s a
dragon.
Why the blushes, little one?
Roland s voice echoed in a low purr through her mind as his head dipped lower
and closer to the pool where she stood submerged to her shoulders.
Stop looking at me like that.
Like what?
Like you want to eat me.
Roland chuckled in his dragonish way, sending smoke billowing lightly near her
head.
But what if I said, I did want to eat you?
She sank lower into the pool, her eyes wide. I thought you said your land was
civilized. Civilized to me means dragons don t eat humans.
What if I weren t a dragon? At least not completely.
What in the world are you talking about?
I will tell all tomorrow, little one. For now, rest assured my land is
civilized and you will be safe and welcome there.
She was truly confused by his words and the speculative tone in his voice.
Roland backed off though, setting his large head on his front paws, watching
her as she began to relax again. He sent puffs of his hot, cinnamony breath
over her to keep her warm in the chill night air. The last rays of the sun
were just beginning to fade. It would be dark soon.
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You had better come out of there before you wrinkle like a raisin.
What s a raisin?
It amazed him how such simple things had been denied this beautiful soul, when
he d been raised with such bounty. The idea humbled him.
A raisin is a dried grape.
What s a grape?
She stroked the cooling water up and down her arms as she scrubbed her skin
with some of the tall grass growing by the pond. It was scrubweed, common in
many areas of the world and, apparently, she remembered well enough the use of
it from her childhood.
A grape is a kind of fruit. They grow in bunches in the southern regions and
have a sweet, juicy taste. You ll like them. When they re dried, they wrinkle
up, very much like your skin is wrinkling from staying in the water so long.
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