“Tell Aimsir I need Mom to move that cloud—” “Yes,” Tairn says, following my stream of thoughts to its conclusion before I even voice them. I let the conduit rest against my forearm and concentrate on the cloud above us, blinking the steady fall of rain from my eyes. The dragons beside us begin to shift their weight, their shoulders rolling in preparation to launch, but Tairn remains as still as the mountain we stand on. I spare a single glance over my shoulder for Andarna, but— “Where are you?” The battle hasn’t even started yet and she’s already left her position. “Hiding like I promised.”
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