Calling On Dragons
“Morwen didn’t blame him. Killer looked nearly as unsteady as the laundry basket, which was still hovering just outside the window.
“What on earth is that?” the man demanded.
“My friends,” Morwen said. “You’d better back up. There’s not much room to spare, coming through that window, and Killer’s never done this before.”
“Killer?” The man backed up hastily. “Good grief, it’s blue.”
“Oh, really?” said Scorn, her voice dripping sarcasm. “We hadn’t noticed.”
“You know, I don’t think his wings will ...fit through the opening unless he folds them,” Trouble said. “I wonder how he’ll manage?”
Killer flapped higher, then dove for the window, folding his wings at the last minute. His momentum wasn’t quite enough to carry him through, and for an instant his front hooves flailed uselessly against air inside the tower while his back legs hung outside. Then he kicked, wiggled, and tumbled into the room, where he sprawled six inches above the floor, panting loudly.MoreLess
“What on earth is that?” the man demanded.
“My friends,” Morwen said. “You’d better back up. There’s not much room to spare, coming through that window, and Killer’s never done this before.”
“Killer?” The man backed up hastily. “Good grief, it’s blue.”
“Oh, really?” said Scorn, her voice dripping sarcasm. “We hadn’t noticed.”
“You know, I don’t think his wings will ...fit through the opening unless he folds them,” Trouble said. “I wonder how he’ll manage?”
Killer flapped higher, then dove for the window, folding his wings at the last minute. His momentum wasn’t quite enough to carry him through, and for an instant his front hooves flailed uselessly against air inside the tower while his back legs hung outside. Then he kicked, wiggled, and tumbled into the room, where he sprawled six inches above the floor, panting loudly.MoreLess
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