I know not where the light came from; only that it carried us all the way back to the city.
My city.
We were gliding over the land, Kelem still clutching me tightly, still emitting his own white light. I ruffled his hair with a hand.
"Hey, you." You would think with the air rushing over us, I would have to speak loudly, but surprisingly, I sounded fairly conversational. "Where's your light coming from?"
He looked up at me hesitantly. "I'm not exactly sure, Avelyn. I didn't know I even had a light!"
"Well, you do, and it's coming from somewhere." I took both hands off of him, and found myself floating steadily in the bubble of light. "I think you can let go, and we'll be fine, actually."
He shook his head. "I want to hold your hand."
I shrugged. "Suit yourself, I just need to stretch!" Breaking away from him, save a hand, I stretched myself out as far as I possibly could, in all directions, sprawling the bubble larger across the night sky. Silvery black light still continued to shroud us, sparkling around us in a glittery pattern that blanketed us closely as we were whisked across the land below us.
Briefly, I wondered what the people below, if any, saw.
Currently, we were over the battlefield. Breathless amounts of the living were turned towards the mountain, where dragons were coming out the tip of the peak, exploding muted colors soaring out of the belly of the earth itself, so it seemed.
It was likely something that we wouldn't see in a time of peacefulness ever again. I had a gut feeling that the next time we saw these dragons, it would be in battle, not in any sort of time for observation of flight.
The sight was beautiful, nonetheless. I watched a lighter blue dragon, blue as the softest summer sky unfurled, and again, I found the eyes of the smaller, emerald green dragon. Her son. His gaze, even at this distance and widening, was piercing, and spoke volumes of his character, and the feeling I felt deep within my soul.
We would meet again, just him and I, that was certain.
The city lights grew brighter, the sound grew brighter, and everything was bigger, louder, and noisier than anything I had heard before. Half way there, and I was already uncertain of if I could handle the din and drawl of my people, clamoring to see if I would get back.
Our bubble lowered now, and I could hear shouts as we passed over beings below us, wondering what we were. I raised a hand in peace, waving, and slowly, people began to pick up on who I was, what I was, what I had done.
Cries of outrage interspersed through the cheers, and I guessed that although it appeared that the dragon's seductive lure had been lifted, some would have welcomed the idea of dragon overlords.
It made me sick inside to even think about it. So I tried not to.
I could make out distinct rooftops and people now. The light was bright enough to read a book by in the city, and I had known that everyone would remain up, those that were in on our plans.
Finally, I saw the rooftop of the Doyenne's palace, packed with people, with my friends.
Our landing was ever sweet.
Maeleachlainn was the first to greet us, as our bubble burst into a rain shower of a million infinite pieces, all glittering and catching Amiada's light in their own ways. Near galloping over, using his wings as leverage to make his way through the crowd, he came up to me, his head nuzzling into my shoulder.
