The Loyal

17- Blaze in the Sky

Sirath rolled on her side, careful not to wake Dain and watched Ixrith. His body fell repeatedly up and down, even breath. His eyes were shut without twitching and his claws were gently folded beneath his body. All was well.

She was still mad with Dain for leaving her like that. For the whole day she waited for him, praying to the haven gods. Ixrith refused to let her go looking for him, so she was forced to try and entertain herself. They had enough food to last for several days without going stale so Sirath could hardly do anything other sharpen her claws, in which to say, twiddle her thumbs.

Somehow Ixrith entertained himself. He spend the day doing physical exercises to make up for the time he spent in the cell. Sirath tried doing so, but she was in perfect condition and simply couldn't concentrate.  Even, strangely, counting mushrooms didn't work.

A large bird called through the trees, causing Sirath to flinch and stare at Ixrith, thinking It was him. Even though they hadn't experienced anymore fits, both Sirath and Dain knew it wasn't over.

Now with Dain curled in her tail, she was calm. Right now, he wouldn't be going anywhere. By caring for Dain, Sirath found that she didn't think about her father, or his bright, lifeless eyes that she'd last seen.

What would he think of her now? She was technically in cahoots with the enemy, which alone was enough to cause her to be banished. She tried imagining what would be happening back home now. The sun was barely up, but dragons generally awoke every before the sun scorched down on the bare stone.

Sirath yawned and stretched her neck, everything was happening so quickly she didn't know what to do. Dain preposed a plan with setting the Taintith storage in flames and she'd readily agreed. Ixrith refused, much to Sirath and Dain despair. Did this mean he longed to have another dosage? Ixrith didn't explain himself and went straight to sleep.

Dain twitched in his sleep, crying out quietly. Sirath stared at him with concern. She'd heard stories of nightmares and had never experienced one herself. Dragons were immune to such things. She didn't understand the whole concept of being tortured by one's own dreams but recalled that havians were constantly plagued by them, especially when something bad happened.

She stroked his hair with the blunt end of her tail, brushing back his thick, dark locks. Thinking on how she'd been bullied because she had no tail spike, Sirath realised how pointless such arguments were. What did it matter in the end? How would a tail spike save her from the horrors of Taintith?

Suddenly Ixrith gave a long, low rumble. His chest falling quickly before rising with the same speed. Dain jerked awake and whizzed around, squinting in the suddenly bright light. Sirath watched her dragon friend in fear. He was laying on his back, with his wings pinned underneath him, and his tail flexing back and forth.  

Sirath gently climbed onto her feet, pacing hesitantly toward Ixrith with Dain keeping his stride beside her. They stared at him, prepared to leap back or talk. Ixrith flopped on his side and slowly opened his eyes, saddening slightly when he saw the dragon and boy.

"Fine," the gold and black dragon sighed, "we'll blow up the storage."

Sirath gave a long sigh of relief, nothing bad had happened yet. Dain smiled tightly,  yawning before dropping down on the green forest grass. He roughly pulled some paper from his bag, along with a pen and ink. He draw three squares and filled them in with details.

"These are the three building that could hold the Taintith. I've thought long and hard and decided these are the only possible storage places. I've drawn what the fronts of them look like, from memory, I believe they're correct." Dain explained, then added, "what does Taintith look like?"