A feeling of warmth washed over the back of his consciousness. “Draleid n’aldryr.” Calen hadn’t intended to speak the words, but they felt right. A rumble emanated from the dragon’s throat in response. “Navigator, are we ready to go?” Calen called out as Erik helped him back to his feet. The Lorian soldiers were over halfway across the yard now. “Aye, Draleid,” came a familiar voice
