When we left Zephyr and Ancalagon, both of us were feeling better. I hadn’t realized the first flight would seal the bond between child and parent and a bit of Avani’s unease has lifted.
Not knowing what to expect of either Zephyr or Ancalagon, I was pleasantly surprised by both. Ancalagon is a sweet dragon, like a huge, unsteady toddler but with a kind heart. Zephyr is nothing at all like I expected.
As Avani flies, I lay on his back, thinking of what I now know of dragons. There’s confidence among all of them, a strength that must be intrinsic to all dragons. Or maybe it’s just this group that has survived when none of the others have.
And then, there’s the mate bond. I know from sharing Avani’s mind that a dragon’s love for his or her rider is unlike anything I’ve ever seen or felt
