Myril nudged her and Darna reluctantly opened her eyes again. Anara drifted down toward them, her eyes flashing bright. She came so close that Darna’s tunic dried in an instant. Darna felt very, very tired, but the shivering was gone. Myril unfolded a blanket and tried to wrap it around her, but Darna couldn’t lift herself off the sand.
She took a deep breath and let herself look at the dragon, the being that so many dragon-blind spectators were, for this one day, pretending to see. Anara had saved her life in the harbor that night, even though her own folly had landed her there. What could the dragons possibly want her for?
She scooted herself up a little so she could see some of what was going on around her. She could hear the drums and flutes leading the parade of priestesses. The pro
