"And I am but two."And I am but two. The ground is still wet, but not miserably so. Come, drag out what bedding you have and sleep by the fire. I have some matters to attend to." Kitty nodded and rose, retrieving her blankets. "Kitty," Aaden said, "How did the dragon's wing break?" "I... I don't know. He just suddenly got tired and couldn't fly anymore. And we just fell." Aaden bit thoughtfully at the thin lower lip of his muzzle for a second. "May I ask a favor?" "What?" "As long as I do not hurt your friend, may I ask the Mage to examine him and find out why he fell?" Kitty returned the thoughtful look, then nodded. "If it'll help." "It may. It is a mystery, at any rate." Kitty lay down and bunched her light blanket under her head for a pillow. "Goodnight, Kitty." Kitty nodded and fell asleep. Aaden walked over to Mezlo, who was closely examining Pendor's good wing, a small opaque monocle in his left eye. |