Refuge of Dragons (Voices of Dragons Book 2) by Carrie Vaughn

Author:Carrie Vaughn [Vaughn, Carrie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Carrie Vaughn, LLC
Published: 2017-03-17T16:00:00+00:00

She drank enough to get buzzed. The others seemed to drink a ton more, but looked like they handled it just fine. They’d grown up drinking. After a couple of hours of soaking, eating, and talking, they packed up the baskets and trekked back to the main cavern.

As the others started on the path back to the valley, Kay hung back. “I’ll see you guys later, okay?”

They turned, waved farewells, didn’t question. Except for Gavin. “Not ready to come home yet?”

She shrugged, wishing he would leave her alone, but not wanting to be rude. “I’m just taking a walk.”

“Well, you want company?” he said hopefully.

A shadow passed over them, made by a gray-blue dragonish shape sailing overhead. One of the dragon’s wings dipped, his neck curving to turn his head, so he could catch her eye. She waved at Artegal.

“Right,” Gavin said, lips curled. “Talk to you later, then.”

She was already trotting up a trail that went into the rocks, to where the dragons lived. Artegal soared ahead of her, braking his wings out to come to rest on a set of ledges hidden away from the buildings and people, where other dragons didn’t often go.

Sometimes when she saw Artegal on the ledges, other dragons, particularly younger ones, came to him, rumbling and growling in their language. When Kay asked what they talked about, he said the young ones wanted to know about the outside world, the human world, and the wars that had happened and would happen. He was like some explorer who’d returned from an impossible land. “There be humans,” she joked with him.

Kay was starting to understand the dragon language. She might have only recognized the tones of it—happy or sad, uncomfortable or contented. But she thought she could recognize her name, that particular grunt some dragons made right before they looked over at her. Or they might have been saying “girl,” or “outsider,” or “sacrifice.” Some of the humans called her the Sacrifice, with an impressed tone—there apparently hadn’t been a virgin sacrifice to dragons in a very long time. A few people here bragged that they were descended from virgin sacrifices who’d been taken to Dracopolis to live, centuries ago.

If only she knew if her sacrifice had worked. That it had stopped the war that so fascinated the young dragons.

Artegal settled into his nook, folding his wings, arcing his neck to a resting shape. As she always did, she marveled at his grace. How something that size could seem to move like a floating feather.

“Hi,” she said.

He snaked his head closer to her. The scales around his mouth shifted, a smile. “Well?”

“Yes. You?”

He huffed, a noise of uncertainty. “Restless.”

“Yeah,” she agreed with a sigh.

“You saw the springs?”

“I did. They’re beautiful. Warm. It was nice.”

“Too small for dragons.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that.”

“No matter. We have all the air,” he said, looking up and around at the great height of the cavern.

She said, “Gavin thinks we should ask to go on patrol. He says we’ve got to be better riders than just about anyone here, to get as far as we did.

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