At the base of Anara’s tower, out on the island, there were two ledges on which to perch over the vertical gate into the dragons’ world. The upper one was where the ambassadress stood to meet Anara. The lower one was where the Defenders had stood guard at every crossing time. That morning, Eppie had swung down from the upper ledge to the lower.
“Get into the passage now!” Sovara told her over the roar of the approaching dragon.
Eppie waited for the Enatel to follow. Sovara edged closer to the passage entry but waited on the ledge until Anara surged up. Her tail swished, sweeping the ledge as if she wanted to be rid of them. Anara glared at Eppie, garbed as she was as a false ambassadress. It was a fragment of a moment, but she saw into the dragon’s eyes and was terrified. She didn’t know
