She held her cloak around her tight, visualising a small flame in the base of her spine. A gust of wind blew it out. This is absurd, Drayco. I can’t even get my visualisation to light. Drayco leapt to his feet, hackles up, ears pricked. Someone comes! She put her hand on his back. Still deaf, she couldn’t hear him growl but the vibration was palpable. How close? Above us. Makee? Drayco’s tail lashed once as he sniffed the air. He sat on his haunches, his mouth slightly open. It’s a black falcon, whistling her head off. The Three Sisters, too. Nell! Drayco was on his feet again. Can’t you hear her? Run! Water’s coming. Makee’s made a flood. A flood? She’s cracked open Lake Drid! What? She’s going to blow the banks of Corsanon gorge. Drayco dashed forward. Wait, Dray. The fire. Run, Maudi! Fly! The fire will be washed away, and us too. A torrent comes! Rosette leapt over the rocks, shape-shifting into a wolf before she cleared them. Her head throbbed, ears ached, but the urgency had finally lit the fire in her spine and the flames grew.
