we are away from home. I pity any girl you take for your wife.”
Turk ignored him, turned in his saddle, and asked his other friend, “What do you think, Cyan? What would you do if you faced a warlock and his leviathan?”
“I...” he started to answer when movement in the sky distracted him. Cyan shaded his eyes and glanced up, but whatever it had been had already flown away.
They heard a scream of a dragon in the distance and seconds later, a large, green, gold speckled one flew over them a second time. Athenia Dragons had four legs, a pair of wings, and a tail, and their scaled hide came in an array of colors. The flying dragon returned and flew just above the canyon. The green dragon kicked up a torrent of wind through the path as its wings flapped to keep itself hovering above them. Sand flew up and blasted the faces of the group more than it had in the past. Bork halted his horse.
A dracoman yelled down to them, “Are you Bork, chief of the chieftains of the Northern Grass Plains Tribe?” The dracoman wielded a large shield and spear, but he didn't sit on a saddle. It appeared that the dragon's body had swallowed part of his.
“Yes,” Bork shouted back.
“Proceed with haste,” the dracoman ordered them. “The birthing is about to begin.”
“We shall,” Bork yelled and muttered under his breath, “Blasted dracoman... We would have been there if he had not stopped us with his dragon's cyclone.”
“I shall meet you there,” the dracoman yelled then he turned his dragon and headed back.