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Lark considered dragons. Called "kings"& "queens" because each ruled a #realm of many mountains, their wisdom was legendary. The dragonlings' father was musical, & magnificent, but wise? He seemed gallant & warlike as a #hummingbird. Was he young, for a dragon?
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 172/?
Gnarrk the troll would blend into the rocks to surprise the battle mage. Drake would frighten the soldiers; the king would swoop down on the enemy dragons.
And Lark? The #susurrus of wind was like marching boots.
Even the dragonlings #whimsy didn't calm her.
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 171/?
"Those cravens DO believe in ghosts!" the king trumpeted. "So you, Sprite, can show up as a wavering #shape at night, just beyond their fire."
He turned to Lark, "And I?"
"They'll be looking for dragonlings, your Highness."
"I will take #flight & fall on them!"
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 171/?
Lark absently #scratched a scab on her shin, #balancing her fears and hints from dreams.
She swallowed and looked up at the king dragon.
"Your Highness, you said the Western Empire people don't believe in sprites. Do they believe in ghosts?"
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 170/?
"Not that I'd recommend," the dragon mused in a minor key, "staying around to give the wizard time to think, but you can appear & disappear, yes?"
Drake, laughing, showed he could.
Lark. her #skin still twitching so close to the dragon, began to weave her plan.
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 169/?
The dragon peered at Drake over Lark's shoulder, and she flinched, feeling as #small as a #grasshopper beside him. She could feel heat coming off his neck, as if she stood by a chimney.
"You' are a sprite of the Mother," he sang, "The mage can't hurt you."
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 168/?
"Drake, Since you're invulnerable in your water form, what #single thing could you do that would most frighten, distract, or confuse the soldiers?"
Drake grinned, sparkling, then paused.
"There's the mage."
Lark sobered. She did not want to #mourn Drake again.
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 167/?
The king was right -- Lark would be best finding a #place for herself & the dragonlings to shelter before the battle.
The cave they'd been using was #perilous -- they could be trapped. She needed to scout escape routes.
But first, she had an idea for Drake.
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 166/?
"What?!" Lark blurted.
The king's laugh was alarming but musical. "The soldiers, mage, & mules have thirty miles to walk, & the two dragons are flying right over them to guard them. They're a #product of their fears...you'll have good time to find #shelter."
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 165/?
The king returned with two stags, one for himself, one for the dragonlings. He #politely seared a haunch for Lark, like a city vendor cooking for a #customer.
"So, you did not see them?" asked Drake.
"I did! We'll have battle tomorrow," the dragon trumpeted.
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 164/?
Lark sat by the #spring near the cave and watched the dragonlings jostle one another cheerfully, singing & whistling like peddlers #marketing their wares.
"I will fly high to scout them out," sang the king dragon. He leapt into the air, spiraling upward.
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 163/?
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Lark was overwhelmed by the #pressure of not knowing when the soldiers & dragon riders of the Western Empire would come--except it would be soon.
She whispered #fiercely to herself, "All is as the Mother wills."
But the Mother wills both life and death.
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 162/?
Despite her brave reply to the king dragon, Lark had no vision of the #end of the battle. She only knew Gnarrk had to stand still as stone to take the Western battle mage by surprise.
She led the troll to the place that she recognized with #electric certainty.
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 161/?
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As Lark explained her plan, Gnarrk cut in with gravelly chuckle, "Yes! I doubt any battle mage has ever faced a mountain #creature like me."
"I'm #begining to approve," sang the king, "but whom do I face in combat?"
"The enemy's dragons, Your Highness."
#vss365 #whistpr #PromptJourney 160/?
"How long can I stay perfectly still?" Gnarrk repeated the question, "hmm, before the dragonlings woke me, I had been resting quietly on a rock for a few months."
"Looking like the rock?"
"Oh, yes, even grew some moss."
Lark smiled, feeling not #euphoria, but hope.
#vss365 #PromptJourney 159/?
Lark gathered the dragonlings around her on a #velveteen patch of moss near a little lake and explained her dream vision to the king, Drake, & perhaps most important to her plan, Gnarrk the troll.
"How long can you stand perfectly still?" she asked Gnarrk.
#vss365 #PromptJourney 158/?
Lark realized that being surrounded by dragonlings would keep the king from blasting her if she annoyed him.
"Hey, doodlebugs!" she called, using Gnarrk the troll's nickname, and the three dragonlings, Red, Blue, and Purple, bounced over, full of #insatiable curiosity.
#vss365 #PromptJourney 157/?
Lark found it hard to work up #desire to tell the king about her dream. Not only was he irritable, not only could he burn her to ash with a breath, but looking up into his eyes made her feel like a fawn facing a tiger.
Still, she had to, so they could make plans.
#vss365 #PromptJourney 156/?
When the lament ended, Lark finally slept. By some grace, she had what seemed a true dream -- #inspiration on how to combat the empire's coming attack.
The red-robed battle wizard wound through the boulder field a mile away, overlooking a new, woman-like, rock: Gnarrk!
#vss365 #PromptJourney 155/?
The geiger counter didn't buzz as the scientist sweeped it over the meteor on the ground. By standards, that ment it was #radioactive, but he wondered. His back hit pole behind him and the geiger counter began to buzz.
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Independent and mostly solitary as dragons are, the king still felt #guilty because he could not save his mate.
That night, he lamented, starting small avalanches on the surrounding slopes. Lark huddled with the dragonlings in their cave, trembling and weeping.
#vss365 #PromptJourney 154/?
They walked back, guided by the king's lullaby to his dragonlings, so deep that Drake rippled, & Lark could feel it in her bones.
The dragon heard Lark's vision with concern.
"An enslaved dragon, and a red-robed man you say," he growled. "That's a battle wizard!"
#vss365 #PromptJourney 153/?
As Lark began scrying into the water Drake cupped in his hands, rather than her stolen silver spoon, she hoped their double magic would give clear visions.
After the #cerulean sky, she saw a dragon bearing a rider, a man in red robes, then Gnarrk blending into stone.
#vss365 #PromptJourney 152/?
As they waited, Gnark asked hesitantly, "Your Highness, can a dragon Emperor help us against the soldiers of the West?"
"No," the dragon sang in minor key, "we are in a time of #interregnum now, as the eldest compose their songs & sharpen their claws for the contest."
#vss365 #PromptJourney 151/?
Lark followed Drake downstream to the pool under a waterfall, a sacred place, leaving behind singing dragonlings and Gnarrk the troll peering #myopically over her shoulder.
As before, Drake cupped his hands, & Lark sat on a rock and looked into them, water in water.
#vss365 #PromptJourney 150/?
"My dear Maya," it spoke, "We have much work to do."
Maya dropped the cat and it hit the floor with a thud and a jingle.
It looked up at her with a smile. "Expecting Mr. Wiggles?"
My nodded her head.
The black cat sighs, "Witches don't get trained over night."
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"Mr. Wiggles," she called and the footsteps turned into a run. Finally at the edge of her vision, she could see movement and then an ear of a black cat. Mr. Wiggles isn't black. The black cat leaped into her arms and cuddled her. A but stunned she laughed as she petted it.
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