The crsip morning air of the forest of Duvellen bit sharply at Ellie’s face.
“So, Where are we going to land?” Amethyst asked. She slowed to a stop in midair and her wings beat soundlessly at the air.
“Any place we can,” Ellie said. Looking down she could see almost no openings in the thick forests that gave Duvellen it’s name.
“This place seems different from any place I have ever seen.” Amethyst commented
“Emraltis sure was different than this,” Ellie agreed. She gazed down, wondering what was going to happen next.
“So any ideas?” Amethyst asked, twisting her head around to look at her rider.
“Amethyst you remember what happened last time you turned around?” Ellie asked her dragon.
“Yeah, I turned the face of a cliff into molten rock,” She said, “Oh, no!” She quickly turned around as a volly of arrows rose from the forest.
“No is right,” Ellie said
“I thought you said these people were our friends,” Amethyst said.
“Don’t worry I can handle it..” Ellie said, “I think”
“YOU THINK ?”