We didn’t go back to our lake. I was busy, and Bob and Marcia had loaned Felago to another family, hoping I’m sure, that maybe they would not be able to live without him. I wasn’t worried, although maybe I should have been. It was hard to go so long with Felago so distant. I’d gotten used to him in my head, and even the distance to Bob and Marcia’s hadn’t been far enough to silence our voices. But wherever he was now, I couldn’t read him, and I figured that also meant that he couldn’t read me.
I wanted to make an offer, but I knew that if I approached Bob now, the price would be higher because I’d had to go without for a couple of weeks and that made it look like I needed the dragon. I think I was smart to wait, especially when I’d gone to town to sell my eggs and butter and a strange man kind of hung around. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen strangers, I mean this was a trading village, but, there was something about him. I felt a prickle at the back of my neck and knew he was watching me.
Finding ways to covertly watch him, or so I thought, I realized I wasn’t afraid of him. His blond hair was wavy and fell to just below his ears. He was younger, maybe a little younger than my 25 years. His muscles were tight as if he were waiting for something to happen, or maybe he just wasn’t used to crowds.
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