Page 148 of Upon Buried Embers
We land easily, and Rohan helps me down before he grabs the tent and pack that are attached to the saddle.
Drogonah grumbles, stretching wide before he takes off.
“Where’s he going?” I thought he would be tired after hours of flying.
“He’s going to see the others here, though he doesn’t like you to know that.”
I huff out a laugh, then freeze when I hear a rumbled chorus of growls and purrs.
Rohan smirks. “Looks like they were also waiting for him.”
“They’re that close?” I say, hugging myself and he nods.
“Just over that hill is where they usually come out.” He nods to the right. “Though not all are on the outskirts of The Glade. Most nestle deep within.”
“And we’ll go in there?”
“Yes.”
“Right.”
That’s fine. All will be fine.
“Sit, Little Whisperer. I’ll set up the tent and we can sleep for the night. There’s much to do tomorrow.”
I nod, helping Rohan unpack the tent. “Escor was so sad when I left,” I tell him, flattening out the material.
“He needs to stop being so needy.”
I pause. “What?” That thought is ridiculous. A needy dragon?
“He follows you everywhere, he’s even started staying outside the cabin at times near the roses,” he grumbles. “As soon as you leave he’s right in your face, he makes training difficult.”
“He’s fine.”
“He’s in the way.”
I turn to Rohan, noticing the frown on his face and slowly, I go over to him, my splint-free wrist twinging a little when I grab his arm, the ribbon smooth under my fingers.
“Is he really a bother? Should I leave before you in the mornings?”
He eyes me, then he looks down at my hand on his arm, the bite scar from Escor above it. He slowly shakes his head, bringing my wrist up and gently resting his mouth there.
“No, you will only leave when I do.”
I shiver at the heat of his mouth resting on my skin, but I smile, my cheeks heating when he drops it gently.
“Go unpack the waterskins and have a drink.”
“Yes, Dragonbond,” I murmur, and his eyes darken. I quickly shuffle away, the heat of his gaze on my back the whole time, something sizzling between us that I’m not sure will be ignored much longer.
I wake without the warmth of Rohan and I startle, sitting upright. We went to sleep as soon as the tent was set, the symphony of dragons roaring as our background noise.
I didn’t think I could sleep through it, but surprisingly, I fell asleep quickly.
I scramble out of the fur bed on the ground, not liking being here without him, and I make my way to the tent opening, Rohan’s tunic covering me.
Peeling the flap back, I halt when I spot him about twenty feet from me, holding his hand out and stroking a red dragon.
