We flew over meadow and pond, past farm and field and high up over the base of the forests on the mountain foothills. Felago could hear my thoughts, which actually wasn’t supposed to happen. I mean, dragons only bonded with a visual imprint at birth. I wasn’t there at his birth, but he knew me and told me that my voice in his head was one he’d known since before he came into the world. How was that possible?
His voice in my head was like a low and steady hum, sort of a thunder-like rumble all pleasant and deep. As we neared the high tundra, he spoke, “The lake?”
“You know me well. Of course the lake, and let’s find a sunny spot so I can warm up a bit while we eat.”
Gliding down, he landed us on the lake’s edge and let me down. We both knew that the way we were able to talk to each other was outside of normal, and that spelled trouble if anyone ever found out. It’s why I knew that I’d eventually bring Felago home for good, but for now, I’d keep up the appearance of nonchalance. I felt that this was the way to make sure no one thought too much about us.
In case you missed it: Dragon Part One