“I can feel this draining you! I’ll come—” Andarna starts. “You’ll do no such thing, or you risk every feathertail in the Vale,” I remind her. “Do you want someone who takes joy in the pain of others like Varrish bonding a hatchling?” Andarna growls in pure frustration. Tairn angles his wing, directing the cooling wind over my scalding skin. “Well?” Varrish asks, tugging his cloak around him as steam rises from my body. Tairn snarls. “Humans do not command dragons, and that includes you.” I lift my impossibly heavy arms and reach for power again.
