Tressa had never seen anything so large get so small so fast. Donovan tried to explain that there were special worms found in Desolation that could produce a silk far finer than anything in the Dragonlands. A little bit of magic added to the threads and Donovan had his tent.Tressa shouldered her pack and followed Donovan across the barren landscape. Fi stalked behind her, clearly still angry with Donovan. Fi had been a dragon her whole life. Tressa couldn't even imagine how upset she was. For Tressa, it had been only a few moons. It was an acceptable loss, but only because it was temporary.They walked most of the day, stopping only to eat or fill their water skins at the stagnant river. Beads of sweat rolled down Tressa's face, leaving a salty taste on her cracked lips. She took another swig from her water skin. Her lips curled at the warm, stale water. Still, it felt better on her throat than the dry breaths she took with every step."We are almost to our destination, but we will take a breather here, at the bend in the Wardack River," Donovan said, slowing.
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