Her Dragon Everlasting: 50 Loving States, Arizona by Theodora Taylor

Author:Theodora Taylor [Taylor, Theodora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rom Tell That
Published: 2017-04-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Blue Papa is back!”

Fensa shielded her eyes against the setting sun and looked up. But as it turned out, she needn’t have bothered. The sun was soon blocked out, and a shadow fell over the group, as the Great Serpent King passed overhead.

Soon after, the snow-covered ground shook with the impact of an overly large prehistoric bison.

When I get back to Arizona, maybe I should major in Anthropology, Fensa thought to herself with a laugh. I’d have all my ice age papers on lock.

But then her laughter died.

“Mama, why your flame weird red?” Eos asked.

Before she could respond, Xenon descended in that way of his. Shifting as he got lower to the ground until he stood before them, a man in a simple pair of smart pants. “Reverence, I do honor you with this meat,” he said, indicating the bison, only to startle when he saw the pack of Group 7 wolves, including Eos’s overlarge pup, already tearing the flesh from the animal’s bones.

“I see you have succeeded in your efforts to teach the Group 7 Wolves to shift on command,” he said, tone as polite as ever, despite the wolves’ animalistic display.

She shrugged at him apologetically. “It’s been a while since they had meat, and the mountain passage was hard.”

That was the understatement of the millennia. Only a few days ago, they’d been set upon by a strange black-furred, cat-like creature. What appeared to be a missing link in the evolutionary chain between sabretooth cats and the American bobcat. Or maybe it was a sabretooth tiger?

As she’d been forced to remind herself over and over on this long journey, what people in her time took for granted as correct about this era, was at best the result of a series of educated guesses based on scant fossil evidence and even rarer preserved remains. Fauna remains from this period could not survive without the help of amber, tar, or ice. And when you think about it, that’s a pretty shitty cataloging system. So yeah, maybe sabretooth tigers did have dark black fur, contrary to how they were frequently depicted by museums and prehistoric animal documentaries in her time.

In either case, Xenon had made short work of the thing. Setting it on fire with a primal roar. But not before the overlarge cat delivered a mortal wound to one of their youth. Not quite old enough to be a father, but just coming out of his boyhood. A precious life cut short.

All because she’d insisted they go to Arizona.

“You think still of the boy,” Xenon guessed.

“How can I not?” she answered. “I feel responsible for everyone on this trip.”

He’d never know how much. Not just because he was a dragon who looked at the Group 7 wolves as just a few steps above lab rats, but because he didn’t know the real reason she was risking all their lives to go to Arizona in the first place.

“In that case, you’ll be glad to know what I found on my southward survey…”

He was right about that.

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