The Dragon Lady_The Dracosinum Tales by Angelique S. Anderson

Author:Angelique S. Anderson [Anderson, Angelique S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amazon.com
Published: 2017-04-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“Magnificent, Wylie. Now, just flap your wings, and they will lift you into the sky where you will adapt to your surroundings.” The impish voice came from the Dracosinum which had hung itself around her neck of its own accord the moment she had demanded to be smaller.

The stench of the filthy street invaded Wylie’s tiny dragon nostrils with all the fierceness of an invading army.

“Goodness, it is positively rank down here!”

“Well, then I suggest you take to the skies where you belong. Can’t very well balance good and evil from the ground.”

“No, I don’t suppose that I can.” Fly to the sky. Her tiny body rose from the ground, her newly acquired, enhanced eyesight able to make out the shape of every creature that moved on the broken streets of Lugwallow, then expanding as she rose higher and higher. Soon she could see Dobbinsturn, then Kinnemore, then all of London was within her sight.

“Too high, let’s drift lower. Stay in sight of each city so that you can attend to problems as they arise,” came the voice from the Dracosinum.

“Quincy, what exactly do I do now?” The cool night air flowed over her face, and she sucked in a deep breath. There was nothing quite like it. She knew now why airship pilots enjoyed the skies so thoroughly. Now that she had experienced it, she wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to leave. Walking about on the streets felt so dreadfully dull by comparison.

“First of all, you must return to Earth daily before the ‘Time of Dragons’ ends. That’s what your Dracosinum is for, it measures your dragon hours. It’s a requirement. Secondly, pay close attention to your dragon intuition. It is precise and it will guide you when nothing else does.”

“My what?” she asked. Baring her teeth made for a fearsome sight, but Quincy knew it was merely a look of surprise on a very new Dragaleth.

“Your dragon intuition. If you stop talking long enough, you’ll pick up on it. It’s much like the instinct that tells you right from wrong. Only it will most likely encourage you to fly this way or that; you just need to follow it.”

“Well, all right Quincy, if you say so.” Teselym Wylie stopped talking for a time and simply drifted happily over the city, and then, like magic, an urging in her mind willed her to fly north as quickly as possible. She followed the feeling, flying past all that was familiar until she came to Leeds. Her mind went so many which ways here; she could barely keep up. She was first led to a dank alleyway which smelled horribly of urine.

A drunken man was forcing a woman against a wall, and though Wylie could smell the scent of other men on her, it was clear this man’s drunken advances were not wanted. The woman was crying and pleading with him to leave her alone. Unsure of how to handle the situation, Wylie willed herself invisible, dove down, and grabbed the man by the head as carefully as possible.

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