Dragon 26 November 2018


The story begins here: FelagoDragon 1Dragon 2

Since then, we’d flown together every week and sometimes more. Felago would take me to town where I would sell my eggs and butter or trade them for whatever I needed at home. Then we’d find our way to that high mountain lake and spend the rest of the day exploring and napping. I’d give Felago his favorite treat and we’d make our way home before Bob and Marcia could wonder where we’d been.

As we made ready to take off for home, a glint caught my eye from across the lake. “What was that?”

“I saw nothing. Explain.”

“Felago, I saw something across the lake. Some shiny thing or reflection. Should we check it out?”

As we took off, he flew low over the eastern edge of the lake, but the trees were thick, and I couldn’t see anything. While his vision was much better than mine, it was also different. He saw with his eyes, but combined with the rest of his senses, he could get more of an overall impression of what he was looking toward. “Someone is there. I feel their heat. It is not animal, but human. He is not afraid, more curious. We need not worry for we’ve done nothing that would give away our secret.”

On home we went, but I couldn’t stop thinking about that human there in the woods. Felago had said “he,” and Felago would know. Had he been sent to spy on us? But no, no one knew where we went when we left town. We would have to be more careful. We would have to find out who this “he” was and what he wanted.

About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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