"Hywel?" I called. Come here, blodyn bach. You've wandered far enough for one night. "From London to Wales," I mused. The dragon rumbled, two eyes now blinking at me in the dark, broad face rising up to stare down at me. Who feeds you nightmares? "My memory," I said. The woods ran by quickly now, my steps carrying me farther, closer to Hywel, who was no longer shadow but a glowing ember in the night. The grass warmed and softened under my feet, mossy carpet and stones of gold. Then my bed will be your respite. Come and sleep in my scales.
