Suluksati followed, giving her wings a little shake to shift the feathers back into place. She was relieved that the little dragon was finally doing as she wished and going to the lake- that was the best place for them both to be. She was hungry, tired, and thirsty besides.
It was such a delight to see the small dragon bound along in front of her. It was awkward, yes, but already lithe with hints of its future power in its blue-bodied form. She felt the tension around her heart soften at the dragon's enthusiasm- it had a poise that, when it was older, would give it a regal, graceful bearing, but which now made it merely adorable.
As the scent of the lake grew nearer, her skin began to itch, longing for the soothing water to run over it. But her focus was not on the strain in her muscles or the remaining injuries, but on the dragon- or, rather, the dragon it would become. She had saved it to day, but would it grow up only to die by the blade of a hunter, its soul only serving to enpower some cruel magescan?
She quickened her pace to keep up with the little one among the trees- her stride was quite a bit bigger than its, and so it wasn't overly hard to keep up. It would not die that way.
Not if she could help it.
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