Flying To New Heights

Chapter Seven

Adelaide raced down the street, and Biscuit, who was struggling to stay on her shoulder, gave up and hopped off. He took off after her, flying level with her eyes. Adelaide Ryan Wilson had had a hard life. She had been abused and forgotten. But despite all of this, she was somehow able to take all her emotions, good and bad, and push them into the ground via running. She didn't run often, but when she sprinted, hardly anyone could keep up with her. The wind picked up, and Adelaide's hair began whipping all around her face. Biscuit began to falter, his speed reduced because of the high winds going against him. The same thing happened to Adelaide, so she slowed to a walk, doubling over to catch her breath. Biscuit landed right in front of her, looking up at her and cooing softly, as if to remind her that she needed to find a dragon. Adelaide sighed and began walking. Biscuit flew up and perched on her shoulder. She picked up the pace, aware of the ending of the King's Festival. Tomorrow was Sunday. She wouldn't be in that huge of trouble if she wasn't at church tomorrow since most people were sleeping off the feast. Then a wonderful and scary thought popped into her head: what if she left her hometown and family forever? Her family hated her, except for Jamie, and Jubilation was in Correction. There wasn't really anyone here for her. But was she really willing to give up all she had ever known? Adelaide shook her head, willing the thought to leave her head. Soon the paved road turned to path. She was in the outskirts of the town. The stars shine overhead, forming constellations in the sky Adelaide had all but forgotten about.
"Dahlia's vine," Adelaide pointed out to herself and Biscuit. Dahlia's vine was a long, snaking constellation with stars branching off from it. Adelaide kept her head towards the sky and kept walking, following the vine. Where was she going? She didn't know, but she would stay the night wherever the vine led her.
About three minutes later, she found a large house. Smoke billowed out into the night from the chimney. The door had the signature large, rounded shape that all dragon houses had. Adelaide inched forward, scared. What dragon family lived here? Would they even help a human, the species they were so against? But then again, Oliver was a dragon and he was her closest friend. But, depending on the type of the dragon, the dragon could spit fire at her or stab her with the back of its feet. WaterClaw dragons lived in wetter climates. Adelaide held her breath, unsure of what to do. But she was brave, wasn't she? She wasn't a little baby. She could do this. Adelaide walked forward to the door and took a deep breath.
    "Three," Adelaide muttered under her breath, "two, one." She knocked three times on the wooden door.
     The wooden door swung inward. A yellow dragon, obviously female, stood there, looking down at Adelaide with warm, caring eyes.
     "Adelaide?" Asked a familiar voice from inside the house.
     "Do you know Oliver?" The dragon standing in the doorway asked me.
     "I do," I said. She then nudged my shoulder gently with her snout.
     "You have been crying," she stated. "Why?"
     "My mother said she didn't want to see me until tomorrow morning, and my sister rejected me," Adelaide said softly, trying her best to keep the tears in.
     "You poor child," the dragon cooed softly. "Come in. But leave the pigeon outside."
       Adelaide set Biscuit down, who seemed confused. "Stay outside. I'll come see you again later." Although Biscuit wanted to badly to follow Adelaide into the house, he stayed put.
     Adelaide walked inside, taking in the sight of the large furniture and other dragon things. Oliver sat near the fireplace. His face lit up when he saw her. Oliver got up and walked over to Adelaide and wrapped his tail around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
     "So you do know each other," the dragon said softly.
      "Sorry, mom. This is my closest friend, Adelaide," Oliver said.
       "Nice to meet you, Adelaide. I'm Autumn, Oliver's mother," the dragon said. Autumn nudged Adelaide with her snout. Oliver the let go of Adelaide. She didn't really want their embrace to end. Yes, she liked him, but was afraid of what that meant. They could never be together. There were so many differences, but then again there were so, so many similarities.
     "Your mother threw you out?" Oliver asked softly.
     "Yeah," Adelaide said sadly.
     "Stay with us as long as you like," Autumn said. Adelaide beamed, happy to have found such good friends.
     "Thank you, so, so much," Adelaide said.
     "You're welcome," Autumn said. "I'm going to go get some blankets and furs to make you a bed with." Adelaide's heart swelled with joy. Smiling, she sat next to Oliver, who was once again sitting by the fireplace. She leaned against his side.
     "I wasn't lying when I said I like you, you know," he said.
     "I know," Adelaide said to him. "And I wasn't lying when I said I liked you back."
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