Thirty-Eight
Ivy squealed when Jaron tried to pick her up. Since leaving the canyon, the dragon had been lethargic. At night, she paced, scratched at her stomach and would not suffer to be handled. Jaron worried her insatiable diet of rocks had caused damage, but he couldn’t do anything for her. In the end, he unsaddled Gambler with the dragon still perched there. He carried it to the shelter of a tree and set it on the ground. Ivy whined as she looked up at him. Her ruby eyes seemed brighter despite her apparent illness. Jaron wished he knew more about dragons and wondered why he hadn’t thought to ask Artac about her odd behavior sooner. “Why do I have the feeling I am not going to like this plan of yours?” Dak said, watching him. “You must be part Fay, predicting the future,” Jaron moved away f
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