fractious town like Sanction could pull itself up by its bootstraps, so could she. And someday, when she had restored her honor within the Knighthood and could walk the streets of Sanction without pretense or secret, she would come back. She wasn’t finished with Sanction yet.
The sound of large wings drew her eyes up to the dark sky, and she saw the bronze dragon come winging out of the night. He landed in the tall grass, being careful not to frighten the mare.
“I’m glad you came,” she said. “I thought you were a dream.”
He winked at her and shook his great head. “Good. Then maybe I will stay in your dreams until you return. Are you ready?”
She patted Windcatcher and mounted the mare. “She’s never done this before, but I think Varia will be able to keep her calm.”
The owl hooted and hopped onto the saddle horn in front of Linsha.
Gently the big bronze clutched the horse in his front legs and took three running leaps downhill. Even with the weight of the woman and the horse, he went airborne easily and soared out over Sanction Bay. He circled once over the city before he turned south for the Newsea. The city lights dimmed into the darkness behind him.
