Page 159 of Upon Buried Embers
“Yes, I promise.”
“I’m trying to find out who is stealing eggs.”
“What?” she hisses, coming close and gripping my arm tightly, moving me further away from the camp. “Explain.”
I rub at my arm when she lets go. “The only ones who could go into The Glade and take an egg would be someone the dragons trust, that they won’t even attack if they were to see them.”
“A Dragonbond.”
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” she growls, running a hand down her face, mask jostling at her hip. “Rohan thinks as much, I presume?” I nod. “And what help are you?”
“He thinks… I can communicate with dragons in a way. Rohan thinks if I get close to a Dragonbond’s dragon, I may be able to figure out who is taking the eggs.”
“And betraying us.”
“Yes.”
“How do you know it isn’t me?” she asks, head tilted.
“Your dragon.”
“What?”
“She’s happy, content, though she carries sadness.”
She stares at me for a moment. “You got all of that from her? From talking?”
“I did.”
“I see.”
The conversation halts, until Celeste purrs.
“I will think about helping,” Sigrid says. “To go behind other Dragonbonds’ backs is something we swore to not do in blood and fire, it’s essentially treason and we can be killed for it.”
“What?” I ask, eyes wide. He can be killed for this if found out?
“He didn’t tell you that?”
“He didn’t.”
Sigrid looks away. “I’ll think about it.”
“Thank you.” I breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Be careful, elf, not all are as… friendly as me.”
Is it friendly to pull a blade on me?
“I know.”
She walks over to Celeste, leaning against her as she watches me leave.
My mind whirls with what she told me, but also what I told her.
Rohan won’t like that I told her, he’s going to be unhappy with me, angry maybe?
