Once her base came into view, Ursa sped up and dove toward the empty island at the far end of the base. Prospero, not to be outdone, followed suit as fast as he was able to without dumping Dally and her belongings into the ocean. Ursa turned to face Prospero and began grunting and growling, explaining “the way things work around here” to his new den mate. Prospero nodded his massive head in agreement, and gently patted Ursa on the shoulder in gratitude. Dally smiled as she watched.
“All right Ursa,” she said gently, “show him where the den is.”
Ursa took off, Pros close behind, and they landed in tandem in front of the den. Her entire staff was standing in front of the den, and they began to cheer as soon as she landed.
“Welcome home!” Timur and Winchester shouted over the crowd as they hurried over to unburden the dragons of Dally’s new belongings. Others came to help carry her things inside, and two Druids appeared to take the dragons into the den.
“What did I miss?” Dally asked with a smile.
Timur smirked back. “I think I’ll let Druid Krieger answer that. He’s waiting for you in the den.”
“Is it a good thing or a bad thing?” she asked jokingly.
“See for yourself,” Winchester said as he opened the door for her. She entered the room to find the Druids lining the outer ring of the den in front of the platform. They bowed in unison, then slowly moved to either side to reveal Druid Krieger in the center of the rostrum, standing in front of a dragon. He stepped aside and smiled.
“We’ve been busy while you were gone, my Lord,” he said. “I hope you are not disappointed.”
Dally stared at the dragon she’d waited so long to obtain. The dragon she’d wanted for what seemed to be eons, one that she thought her stay in Suddene would delay her acquiring. She smiled and said his name aloud.
As soon as he heard his name, Storm let out a roar and pawed at the stone beneath his feet, letting her know he was ready to take flight. Dally walked across the plank to the dias and reached out her hand to stroke the dragons head, careful to avoid the deific flame that covered the top of his head.
“We have been feeding him, obviously,” Druid Krieger explained, “but no one has flown him yet. I made sure that was left for you.”
Dally smiled at him. “Thank you for that, and for making sure my ‘vacation’ didn’t get me too far off track with breeding.”
Storm interrupted by emitting a low growl and pawing at the floor again.
“I know baby,” she cooed, “I’ll take you out flying as soon as I get changed, ok?” The dragon seemed to acquiesce, and she thanked her Druids and ran to her chamber to change. As she grabbed her cape she saw a note on the table next to her screen. It was from Lagertha. She quickly opened it and read, not liking what it told her. She put the note down and sighed.