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the rocks and put them in the spider web. He then ran. I took off and followed him. When he was in a clearing, I swooped down. He was so surprised he dropped the rocks and ran into the woods. So, I picked them up and brought them here.”
    “I wonder how long these rocks will last?”
    “The humans seem to make them at every new and full moon.”
    “I guess we will have to get that little thing some of these when they make them.”
    It became Lowlack’s job to get the seed rocks and leaves for the little human. Lowlack didn’t really mind; he was old and had little else to do.
    He, in fact, found it enjoyable to scare the humans and steal the rocks and green things they picked, especially when they were running from the folk who worked so hard to make them. Another problem came up soon after the little human started to live with them. He used the corner of the cave to relieve himself, and it began to smell. Dragons burnt their waste to nothing, and so Dawra had to do this task for both her daughter and Terra.
    Dawra saw that Fienna was getting ever more attached to the little human; she rarely left him out of her sight. She cared for him and protected him from everything, including Dawra. Dawra did not know what to do about it, so she left the human alone. He was a pest, but Fienna loved him, and Lowlack did not seem to mind taking care of its food. Dawra did feel she had a debt to pay, so she allowed the strange arrangement to continue.

Chapter 14 - A Useful Tool
    (An Annoyance can become a Blessing.)
    337 set of seasons since the coming of the Averons
     
     
    After two weeks, Dawra had grown used to Terra running around the cave playing with Fienna. She had started to call him by his name after the first moon risings; it just seemed to be easier than saying little human. Terra wanted to leave and go to his parents, and Dawra would have loved to take him, but they had no idea where or who his parents were. She also knew that Fienna would never let him go. Even though he cried about wanting his mother, Dawra did nothing. She actually felt sorry for him. After time, Terra seemed to be getting better and mentioned his parents only occasionally.
    Several more weeks passed as Terra’s presence seemed to become a normal part of life He showed no other magic skills and seemed to be happy. Fienna was also happy, and the two endlessly played. There was one odd thing; they never seemed to talk. They simply understood what the other thought. Dawra found this strange and asked Fienna how they communicated, and she said just like her and her mother. Dawra did not ask again; it was obvious that her daughter did not understand her question.
    One sun-rising while Dawra was out hunting she found a small herd of jumping beasts on one of the cliff sides. She circled while they moved up the cliff to a clearing. When the beasts reached the clearing, where she thought she could seize a nice sized one, Dawra swooped down. As she approached the herd from the cliff side, a sudden down draft hit her hard. She dropped twenty dragons’ lengths in a few moments. Just as she was getting herself under control, her right wing hit a branch of a dead stick tree. The sharp branch punctured the membrane of the upper part of her wing. A sudden intense pain shot through her like a bolt of lightning. Dawra hardly kept control, but she did manage to pull her wing from the branch before she became hopelessly entangled. She painfully glided to a landing on a rock outcropping at the bottom of the cliff. Her pain was intense, and she knew she had to fly home. With the greatest of effort, she slowly launched into the sky. Each beat of her wing brought her more pain.
    Dawra finally reached her cave and landed hard on the little rocky knoll just inside its entrance. Lowlack was there watching the young ones.
    He saw the pain on her face and hopped over to her.
    “What happened?” he asked.
    “I was hunting and caught my wing in a tree limb.”
    “That must be