Dragon Freedom

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“Nari? Nari!” I awoke with the screech and scream of dragon voices in my head, and the voice of my god-Uncle Tamin loud in my ears.

“Huh?” It took a few long moments of tired blinking to remember just where I was, and why. I was lying on the haphazard blanket-bed that I had collapsed into at some point yesterday evening, under the fluttering and cracking canvas walls of a Souda tent. I could hear the rising winds of the Soussa winds outside over the Plains, and they sounded like the whispering whistles, clicks, and burrs of dragon-tongue.

“At last! Do you have any idea how long I have been trying to wake you?” The man whom I called Uncle – although he was really no blood relation of mine – looked down at me with eyes that were heavy with concern. Tamin had deep wrinkles about his eyes, a testament to both his years under the scouring winds of the Plains and his recent incarceration as a miner under ‘Queen’ Inyene D’Lia.

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