Where to go? What to do? Balerion had made it abundantly clear that Tytos, Nanala, Tyrion, and Primrose were all in danger, so much danger, and she had to try to save them. But how?
A little cry rose up. Irina was fairly close to ground level. She swooped lower, and lo and behold, a little rabbit-eared lump of flowers was lying on the ground, mewling. Looking closer, firefly wings stuck up as well.
A Lamprydae. This pup was gifted with wings, so could fly. The dragoness was loath to adopt another child, after how it had turned out with Jupiter . . . but . . . at the same time, her twisted heart couldn’t leave the pup alone to perish. How would she like it if somebody did that to one of her children or grandchildren?
“Your name is Aemma,” she murmured, landing beside the little girl.
And hell, if nothing else . . . she would at least make sure Aemma got to have a safe, normal life. Something her children, and Mari’s children, never got to have. It was the right thing to do.
"I take it, I take it, wherever I go!" Alistair - Mother of Rambaldi, Marigold, Pyro, Kruam, & Kára & Enif, Sergei, Polaris, Zoya, & Ksenia - Nadia
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