"Not Kanik, though," he said.
"Nope," I agreed. "But that might work in our favor as well. After all, if she's living with us, then someone has to be the nice one, and I'm not sure I can pull off that act long enough to figure out what the fuck she's even saying."
Which made Rymar look at me, jerking his chin as if he had an idea. "You know what we need? Jeera's help. And clothes. Definitely clothes, because Orin's starting to stink."
I had to chuckle, because he wasn't wrong. "And what is Jeera supposed to help with?"
But Rymar was starting to smile in that way he had. "Oh, just giving her a female friend. Someone else to trust. Someone a bit less threatening than any of us."
"My sister?" I scoffed.
"Your little sister," he agreed. "She's small, she's grey, and she's almost as devious as you. Yeah, I think she's exactly who we need, because every girl I've ever known is more likely to talk to another woman than she is to spill her guts to a man."
I murmured because he did have a point. "And she's just as poisonous as we are. You know, Rymar, that might actually work."
"I didn't get where I am because I'm an idiot," he assured me. "Now let's go see if Orin is healthy enough to leave the clinic yet and break the news to Kanik."
Twenty-FourAyla
Iwoke to the sound of voices again. Unlike this morning, when I'd been chained to the tree, these weren't whispers. No, men were grumbling, their voices loud enough to verge on shouting. Sucking in a breath, I tried to sit up even as I opened my eyes.
"Shh..." a woman said as she gently pushed me back against the mostly upright bed-chair.
My head jerked over to find the grey Dragon woman smiling kindly at me. Confused, I looked the other way, trying to find the men who sounded so angry. They weren't in the room, but through the partially open door, I could see someone moving.
Blue.
The flash of color was enough to let me know the Wyvern was back. A moment later, I saw yellow. Then the brown one moved into sight, standing at the opening with his back towards me and his arms crossed. The men just kept talking.
But when a gentle hand smoothed my hair down on the top of my head, I looked at the grey Dragon again. Once more, she smiled. That seemed to be the best communication method she had. Although, just like the men, her teeth had those gaps in them, the ones where the fangs descended. It wasn't as reassuring as she probably hoped.
Confused, and still muddled by the poison, I couldn't quite figure out what to do. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long for my fate to be decided. The door creaked as it opened wider, and all three men made their way in. The Wyvern only glanced at me as he walked to the side.
There, he opened one of those glass jars and pulled out a wooden stick. Not that it was like a stick in the forest, but I didn't have a better word for it. The thing was flat, narrow, and not that big. While I watched, he snapped a third off, then moved to my side.
"Orin?" he asked, making my eyes jump up to his face.
Orange. His eyes were vibrantly orange, almost a match to the spots on the yellow one. The color was so pretty, but also a little intimidating for some reason. Or maybe it was just the way he looked at me? I'd read about snakes with that power. Their gaze could befuddle their prey, and that was the effect his eye color always seemed to have on me.
Then the Wyvern smiled and lifted the two pieces of his stick. With the first, he pressed it against his chest. The other, he gestured towards me, exactly like he had yesterday when he'd asked to carry me over the tree. Clearly, he was once again going to demonstrate something, so I nodded.
That made him smile again, and then nod. Slowly, he held up the bigger stick with his fingers poking past it. Again, he put the little Ayla piece on them, then moved the stick away. In other words, he wanted to carry me again. Then, just to make it even more clear, he reached down and tapped at the top of my bandaged foot as if explaining why.
I nodded, because what else could I do? The poison made me feel so heavy. Even if I wanted to fight back, I'd be only half as effective as normal - and I hadn't been able to even hurt them then! But before the Wyvern could pick me up, the grey Dragon began rambling off those strange words they used.
On the other side of the room, the yellow one murmured as if he agreed. So, holding up one finger, the grey one hurried from the room. Nothing else happened. Confused, I looked between the three men, not sure what they expected, but before I could wonder too long, the grey woman was back with a piece of cloth in her hand.
Like everything else around here, it was vividly-colored. This time, it was made from the brightest white, a pale pink, and a soft orange. Little hints of blues and greens were mixed in, but she moved too fast for me to make out what they were. And, without asking, the Dragon woman draped the fabric over my head, reached around to the back to tuck up my hair and then tie the cloth on - but not in a way that covered my eyes.
I tried to reach up to check what she'd done, but the grey woman cupped my hand, stopping me. "Juzd druzt mi un leev ud der. Diziz thur tur oun goud."
And while my attention was on her, the Wyvern slipped his arms behind my back and under my knees, lifting me up to cradle me against his chest. Tired, confused, and with the poison making me so heavy-feeling, I didn't fight. I couldn't. The best I could do was flop my head against his shoulder and simply accept my fate.
I'd been captured by the Dragons. I was now theirs to do with as they wanted. Still, they had humans here - like the doctor - so maybe they wouldn't kill me? Maybe Callah had been right, and I might be able to survive with them? I didn't want to worship the Devil, but I was pretty sure I could fake it if I had to. After all, I'd learned how to convince the Righteous men I was meek and submissive.
Held in his arms, the Wyvern carried me from the room. Then we left the hall and kept going out of the building. Sunlight slammed into me, assaulting my eyes once again, so I shoved my face into the monster's neck to protect it. That created enough shade that around the edges of him, I could see the brown, yellow, and even the grey Dragon moving to walk at his side in a line, almost like a wall.
And we were walking fast. Much faster than we had on the trek here, but my feet had slowed us down. I knew the Dragons could move quickly, though, because they had when they caught me!
The bouncing of the Wyvern's gait rocked my body. The daylight prevented me from looking around, because without the cloth on my head, my eyes were once again weeping in protest. And yet, when we turned, the other three did not. A few words were shared, but the Wyvern didn't slow at all. If anything, he walked even faster.
Before I knew it, we were climbing the few steps to the very last house in a long row of them. I was pretty sure this was the first one I'd seen on our walk in. The one with the cute bushes, right beside the entrance to the city, and the Wyvern carried me onto its adorable little porch. Shifting me in his arms, he twisted the handle on the door and pushed, then stepped in with me still in his arms.
Inside, it was cool and dim, just like the infirmary had been. That allowed my eyes to relax, but while they were doing that, the door shut behind us. I jerked my head up in time to see his tail on it. Clearly the Dragons used that thing like another limb.
Then the Wyvern carefully set me down, letting me get my feet under me before he let go. With another of those smiles we'd been using as language, he gestured around us. What he didn't do, however, was bother speaking. That would've been pointless.
So I looked. I'd never been inside a building like this, but it was definitely a home. The compound was a single structure, but a massive one. People lived in halls, not separate buildings. This place was more like the books I'd read, and the room we were in seemed to be designed for conversation and relaxing.
Beside the door was a bench. Next to that was a small table. In the center of the room were two large, padded chairs, covered in leather. Against the far wall was a longer padded place to sit that I was pretty sure would be called a couch. Maybe a sofa? I honestly didn't know the difference between the two.
And they weren't the only interesting things in the room. On the walls were pictures of things I couldn't have imagined before I started this journey. Beyond all of that was an opening and another room. Awed, my breath fell out in a rush. This was the biggest living space I'd ever seen, and it was so luxurious!
The Wyvern chuckled and stepped forward, gesturing for me to follow. I did, carefully testing out my newly bandaged feet. Thankfully, there was no pain. None at all. In truth, I could barely feel the bottoms, but that was a blessing, so far as I was concerned.
But why had he carried me if I was allowed to walk on them? Maybe it was because the home had wooden floors? Dark ones that shined like they were highly polished. In some places, there were carpets, but only small ones.
When I reached out with my toes to feel the one by the chairs, I heard the Wyvern chuckle. Nervously, I pulled my foot back and looked at him, expecting punishment for my curiosity. Instead, the brute of a man gestured for me to go ahead.
