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painful.”
“It is. Can you get me some of the healing mud?” she spoke in strained tones.
“Oh, of course, I will be right back.”
Lowlack took off for the mud site. Fienna hopped over and asked if her mother was all right.
“Yes, my little one I’m fine. Do not worry,” said her mother.
Fienna hopped back to Terra. Dawra extended her throbbing wing and laid it along the cave’s floor. She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing in an attempt to block the pain. Suddenly, the pain began to subside; a moment later it was gone. Dawra opened her eyes and saw Terra touching her wing. The whole area of the torn membrane glowed orange, it felt so good, warm, and even pleasurable. She could sense a truly gentle presence in her body, a kind of love she had never felt before. As she watched, the wound began to mend slowly, then more rapidly. In only a few moments, it was gone, not even a scar remained.
Terra was exhausted and slowly dropped to the floor. Fienna came to him. She easily picked him up and carried him to their sleeping corner.
Here she sat and enclosed him in her wings.
Dawra moved her wing. It was healed, completely healed. Terra had done the same to her as he had done for Fienna. Just then Lowlack landed at the mouth of the cave with the mud in his great taloned fingers.
“I will not need that; Terra healed my wing. I never felt anything like it.”
“I thought about suggesting that, but I thought you might object,”
Lowlack smiled.
He tossed the mud out the cave opening.
“I will be right back. I am going to wash this mud off,” Lowlack said as he launched himself into the sky from the cave’s entrance.
Dawra pondered the great power Terra possessed. She now realized she owed him even more than before. She began to wonder about this small human and the power he seemed to have. She had never been around magic. Few dragons had. She could not quite understand what he did or how.
Chapter 15 - Burning Meat
(A sun-rising of Smoke and Anger.)
338 set of seasons since the coming of the Averons
As time passed, the unusual group of three dragons and a human child slowly became a family. Fienna’s attachment to Terra grew stronger by the sun-rising. Their communications became more powerful, if that was possible. They both knew what the other thought as if they were one mind. Terra was fed the seed rocks and various plants over the full moon risings, but this didn’t seem to satisfy his appetite. He really wanted meat. Dawra gave Terra bits of raw meat, but he would not eat it. He tried, but he just could not chew it. Fienna slowly convinced her mother to let Terra try to burn the meat. At last she agreed to allow him to try.
Lowlack had watched the humans burn their meat over fires for many full moon risings. He now was convinced he could do it. He brought sticks to the cave. Lowlack then explained to Terra how to pile them up.
He then flew off, killed a small running beast, and brought it back to the cave. With his sharp talons, Lowlack sliced off a small piece of meat. He then had Terra push the meat onto a stick and place it over the pile of wood.
Dawra watched this process with a great deal of skepticism, but she allowed Lowlack to continue. When the whole thing was ready, Lowlack hit the wood with a small stream of fire, and it ignited. As the wood started to burn, smoke began to fill the cave. Within minutes, no one could see a thing through the smoke. Dawra stood in the rear of the cave and beat her great wings. The great power of Dawra’s wings drove the smoke from the cave and blew out the fire. Once the smoke had cleared, Dawra could see Fienna jealously protecting Terra with her wings and Lowlack standing with his head down in shame. Terra was coughing under Fienna’s wings. The dragons had no trouble breathing the smoke, but their eyes were swollen from the flying dust.
Dawra was furious, “What were you thinking? This is a disaster.
Look at the mess. The walls are
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