Kelly Lucille by The Dragon's Mage (Dragon Mage) Page B

become a dragon for the flight?”
    Clare was shaking
her head.  “We can’t change; we haven’t been able to since we were caught.”
    “Then you shall
ride a dragon and we will leave this dead valley behind.”  Ladon said switching
back and reaching for the little ones, proving beyond a doubt that the argument
about having to carry too much was ridiculous.  Morgan waited for Eben to
change and then stepped up, taking the unconscious Melisande in her arms and
feeling Ebens dragon tail wrap around them both.  Even the feel of the wind in
dragon flight was not enough to distract her from her sister’s battered face.

Chapter 8
    The Dragons spared
no time in play.  Eventually they passed the North Gate as a blur and were
swooping into the majestic fortress growing out of the Forsaken Mountain.
    The dragons placed
their passengers down gently.  Eben had put out the call for the healer as soon
as they passed into dragon territory and she was fast on their heels, her
protective mate by her side.  Both flashed into their human bodies as soon as
they landed.  Both were incredibly beautiful in both forms, and clearly
surprised at the human/dragon gathering.  Then they caught sight of Ladon.
    “Prince Ladon.”  The
healer squawked, before continuing in more disapproving tones.  “Your family
has been frantic since you disappeared.”
    Morgan narrowed
her eyes at the dragon healers tone and just managed to bite back a heated
response at her obvious judgment when she saw how Ladon stiffened at the
censure, his eyes flashing an angry dragon gold.  But it was Eben who spoke.
    “ Prince Ladon does not answer to you Shehar.”  He said with bite, his voice a powerful
boom that had the healer cringing and her mate bristling.  “Here is your
patient.”  Eben gestured to the woman still held in his mates caring arms.
    Despite the
obvious fear Eben inspired in the other dragons one look at Morgan kneeling on
the floor with her sister across her lap had the dragon healer sneering.  “I do
not waste my talent on humans. ”
    “They are mage.” 
Eben snapped, “And mine to protect.  Refuse them and you refuse me.”
    The healer paled,
no small thing since she was already so pale, if her eyes had not been silver
Morgan would have thought she was an Albino.  Without more than a brief worried
look at her mate, she stepped up and placed her hands above where Melly and
Morgan waited. 
    Morgan felt the
dragon magic as it shimmered around her.  She held Melly protectively close,
not quite trusting the beautiful healer.  Though she could feel through the
bond that while Eben and Ladon were angry at her attitude they didn't worry she
would do aught else but what she'd been commanded. 
    The bruises and
cuts disappeared even as Morgan watched.  She had always been able to heal
herself with her own fire but this was something greater.  To be able to heal
others in such a way was a truly wondrous gift.  One her mother had carried,
but none of the children had inherited. 
    Too bad it was in
the hands of such a self-righteous bitch.  Ladon snorted at her thoughts, part
in agreement and part in amusement. 
    Shehar is one
of the oldest of us and set in her ways.   Eben’s voice whispered through
her head to join Ladons even as the healer faltered, her eyes flashed sorrow as
the magic intensified around Melisande.  Finally, with a sad huff she stepped
away just as Melly opened her eyes.  She didn’t have a scratch on her.
    “Are you all
right?”  Morgan asked pushing Mellys hair back from her face.
    “I feel...Fine.”  Melly
said, then smiled.  Morgan laughed in relief.  Rhune barreled into his sister’s
arms with a happy whoop as Clare followed.  Soon they were all laughing. 
Morgan among them until she looked up and caught the pitying eyes of the
healer.  She pulled out from beneath the others and left them laughing behind
her.
    She went to the
healer who stood a whole foot taller.  “What is it?”