Chapter Fifteen
Ciffolga might have come back at dawn, but if she did, Darna slept through it. She dreamed of Salara and only Salara, wrapped around a bright orb and surrounded by the fire of a hundred other dragons. Salara strained up through the narrow passages of the earth, her body growing thinner, longer, until there was a change and it was his body and Salara was like Na, the wild dragon, shaking the mountains from their core.
When Darna did move, she was propelled only by her body’s needs. She ate, drank, and lay down to sleep on a pile of old blankets. She didn’t know how much time had passed when she woke, ate again, and slept once more. The sun rose and set. She heard only the song of the running water outside and the chirping of birds in the distance, the caw of a crow, the ec
