Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Seven - Acidic Reaction

Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Seven - Acidic Reaction

Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Seven - Acidic Reaction

The appearance of a Dragon had a certain gravitas to it.

It was, after all, a dragon.

A skinny green dragon, maybe half-again the length of an adult wyvern, more or less. It was hard to tell how big it was when the dragon was swooping past like a bird of prey, only the sky behind it to give any reference to its sheer size.

The dragon roared, and I folded my ears down at the sheer power of that noise. It felt like it should have been strong enough to blast me right off the deck of the Beaver. The dragon dove down, rushing past the Beaver then back up between the Red Whale and the Firestrike.

I turned towards Caprica, I had to tell her something, urgently. Contact Raynold, now! Tell him not to let Abraham pick a fight with the dragon!

Why would he do that, its so stu-- right, let me send them a message spell, she said.

I turned back around and refocused on the dragon. It was flying slow-looking circles around the Red Scourge. Slow-looking, because it was still faster than any airship that Id ever seen, but it still felt as if the dragon wasnt trying very hard, with slow ponderous wingbeats.

Wait, I recognize that dragon, Amaryllis said.

I stared at her, then snapped my attention back to the dragon. A younger green dragon... not too far from Port Royal as the dragon flies... Cholondee? I asked.

The dragons head snapped around to my direction, even though it might have been well over a kilometre away. She did a final loop of the Red Scourge. The pirates onboard the airship were running around in a panic. She looked like they were trying to aim their many ballistae, but I wasnt sure if theyd do anything to a dragon.

Cholondee flew on over towards the Beaver and I squeaked as it came closer and closer without slowing down much at all.

At the very last moment, Cholondee shifted her wings up and beat them once.

My feet slid on the deck as I was pushed back by the wind. I had to shield my face with both arms against the blast. Amaryllis was sent tumbling back with a squawk, and my other friends stumbled back as well. Caprica was almost thrown over the edge, but she beat her own wings and flew back down to the deck.

There was a loud and very discomforting crunch sound, followed by a draconic oops.

I blinked, then took in the sight of a large green dragon hanging off the side of the Beaver with her forearms. The rails where she gripped onto the ship were snapped and splintered.

Cholondee! I said. You broke the ship!

Cholondees head reeled back. Then she snaked it in closer to glare at me. How is it my fault that your ship isnt welcoming to dragons? she rumbled. The top of her spiny head was brushing against the canvas of the balloon above, and I was increasingly worried that her horns would rip through.

Then I noticed that she was wearing a hat. A small--for a dragon--fedora.

Nice hat, I said.

Broccoli, Caprica hissed. Thats a dragon.

Uh... yes? Oh! Right! Cholondee, this is my friend Caprica, from Sylphfree, thats Calamity, from way up north on the other side of the Harpy Mountains, and I dont think you met the rest of the crew either.

Cholondees nostrils flared. A princess? she asked.

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A large tongue rasped across draconic lips. Broccoli, you shouldnt have.

Oh, uh... were going to Port Royal to see your brothers wedding!

Cholondee blinked twice, then huffed, and I gripped onto my own hat to stop it from flying off. Well, I wouldnt be the best sister ever if I ate his wedding gift, she said.

I suspected that there was a misunderstanding at play. Capricas not for eating, I said. Shes a friend. And friends dont eat friends.

Cholonee tilted her head to the side to give me a piercing look with one massive cat-like eye. Well, whatever, she said. So are these other ships carrying stuff for you?

The Red Whale and Firestrike were still smoking, though it looked like their crews were working to patch the ships up. The Red Scourge was limping away, only slowly turning back the way theyd come.

That was probably for the best.

But it did leave us with a curious dragon to deal with. Thanks, Cholondee, I said.

She shrugged her shoulders. It was easy. Besides, I dont like pirates much.

You dont? I asked.

She shook her head. Theyre bad for business. See, my guys extort people in the port, and if pirates get to people, then they bring in less stuff, so I cant take as much from them.

Uh, you extort people that land at the port? I asked.

She grinned, which reminded me that dragons had big teeth. Ill let you have a discount, she said.

Whats the dragon saying? Caprica asked. I explained real quick, which set Caprica to frowning. But thats extortion.

I only take a percentage, Cholondee reasoned. If I take too much, then the merchants wont come back. Shed switched languages, from dragon to something my friends understood, which was nice. Talking in dragon was hard on the throat.

That... thats still extortion, Caprica said.

Dont you have taxes where youre from, princess? Cholondee asked. She sounded genuinely curious.

Of course, but those taxes go towards improving infrastructure and keeping citizens safe! Caprica said.

My port is very nice and strong, so that I can walk around it, and I keep people safe, Cholondee said. Just ask those pirates. She gestured back with her head towards where the pirates were running.

The gesture punched a hole clean through the tarp of our balloon, and a loud hissing sound filled with air.

That was there already, Cholondee said.

Awen! I shouted. We have holes!

Awa? Came Awens reply from within her ball turret. G-give me a minute! Ill be right there.

The Scallywags were a little worried about Cholondee at first, they seemed like they wanted to hide more than help, but then the hole just continued to hiss and Clive cleared his throat from the helm. Captain, dont mean to urge you on, but were losing altitude.

That got them moving, because dragons might be a little scary, but so was crashing.

Cholondee watched the crew get to work patching up the few holes wed gotten. You know, theres people in Port Royal that can fix your ship up for you.

Ah, but we need to make it to Port Royal for that to matter, I said.

She hummed. You should grow wings. Flying is much nicer than riding around in one of these flammable airboats.

I think I would like to fly, I said. Ive flown on dragons and wyverns and of course on airships, and they all seem like nice ways to get around, though I wonder what itd be like to fly under my own power. Maybe next time, instead of growing some ears, Ill get some wings!

The dragon nodded, then she glared up at the balloon which was forcing her to squeeze in. Right, Ill fly around for a while. Maybe head back home or grab something to eat. You should add a perch if you insist on flying in this thing.

I nodded. That was a good idea. Maybe Awen could make a deployable dragon perch?

I said my goodbyes to Cholondee who launched herself off the Beavers side. Clive came up to me a moment later. Hmm, didnt wanna mention anything while the dragon was here, but the weight wasnt helping us keep afloat.

Really? I guess that makes sense. And to think, shes the youngest dragon I know. Her mom is bigger than the Beaver, I think.

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