It was luck that we found it. I had been thinking of the location of their camp, wishing I could effonate there when the dragon arched his wings wider and banked into a rapid turn. It was long after that, that I spotted the glimmering tents. They’d moved. Either that or this was a different camp. I didn’t know what to do. We circled high above, away from the sentry, waiting. Thinking. I spoke to the dragon as if he understood me, although I didn’t think that was entirely true, “We can’t land. I don’t know why they told me to come here. Or if this is even the right camp...” my voice trailed off. Wind tugged at my hair and stung my face. It was so cold. And this gown did nothing to keep me warm. On the third pass over the camp, the wind abruptly stopped, and I sat on the dragon’s back suspended in air. Turning my head, I looked for the cause. An angel was nearby, causing this—freezing time. Her voice floated across the empty space, “Are you ever going to land?” It was Jenna Marie.
