“Aren’t you glad that I survived Slaradun?” Darna asked, not really surprised that all Iola could talk about was her own journey to the dragons’ realm.
“Slaradun?” Iola said. “You were there?”
Darna nodded. “What have you heard about the last dawn there?” she asked.
Iola poured herself some tea, not bothering to offer any to Darna, who in any case had drunk her fill at the Aralel’s rooms. She drank thirstily before answering. “You told me that Salara became male, like Na, and I heard a half-moon ago that he shifted his lands into the sea. I felt uneasy the morning that it happened, and I heard the stones shift as the city sank its heels into the sea. Some of the sea dragons drew closer, many of them. I could see them from the tower that morning. I haven’t even told the Aralel, so I don’
