The sound of dragon chatter drew her to the window. Apparently, Volos had something important to say and was conveying that fact very loudly. Voron was perched next to the dragon on the perch, and was adding his own voice to the ruckus. Dally listened intently to Volos, and what she heard disturbed her.
“Leave him alone! He does not like that!”
Since Dally could not see what was going on, she rushed down the stairs and out onto the base. She ran around the Training Den and had to skid to a halt to avoid a collision with the flapping tip of Fomhar’s ornate golden tail. Two Druids were trying to forcefully lead him into the Den, but the dragon was bucking wildly.
“Leave him alone!” Dally screamed in order to be heard over the chaos. “He does NOT LIKE THAT!” She stormed up to where the Druids stood and added angrily, “Not to mention forcing a dragon across my base is NOT tolerated under any circumstances!”
Volos, satisfied that he had been heard, sat quietly and watched with interest as the events unfolded below.
The Druids stopped in their tracks and dropped the ropes they’d been using in an attempt to pull Fomhar along. The dragon was panting, his eyes darting back and forth looking at the Druids, as if he was deciding their fate. Dally quickly grabbed the ropes and gently pulled them off the agitated beasts’ neck. Fomhar jumped a little when Dally touched him, but her soothing voice and soft touch soon calmed him. She continued to stroke the dragon’s neck as she turned to the Druids.
“This is the Avatar of Autumn; reaper of the weak, protector of the strong. He deserves your RESPECT, as do ALL of my other dragons. If you cannot understand this, or do not wish to abide by it, you may take your leave from my base immediately. Am I clear?”
The druids nodded quickly and rushed off as Druid Tim ran toward them. He watched them scurry away and shouted several threats and obscenities at them. He quickly turned and bowed to Dally.
“I beg your pardon, my Lord, they are new. That is no excuse and I will deal with them swiftly and severely. I’m sure Druid Krieger believed they would do a much better job when he left them in charge of stabling Fomhar.”
“Where is Druid Krieger?”
“He and Timur went to one of the officer’s bases to investigate the build time anomaly,” replied Druid Tim as he produced an apple from his pocket. He held it up to Fomhar, who considered it for a moment before Tim threw it up into the air for the dragon to catch. Fomhar did, and chewed the apple twice before swallowing it.
Dally smiled. “Good, I hope they are able to figure this out before the next Fort event. We all only have so many timers, and time added to builds is not something any of us want, including the PG.”
Tim nodded. “Would you like me to take him inside properly, my Lord?”
Dally shook her head. “Lets see what he wants to do.” She moved around to the front of the dragon and looked into his eyes. “Do you want to go inside or do you want to do a few attacks with me? It’s up to you…”
Before she could finish, Fomhar bowed his head to her and trotted off toward the Training Den. Dally laughed. “Well, I guess he has had enough for now!” She looked at the sky and pondered the approaching dark clouds in the east. “Or he does not like to fly in the rain.”
“Druid Tim, please bring me Hauset. I’m sure she’d enjoy some flight time before the rains hit.”