Quetzalcoatl: Part 6They were roused that evening by the sounds of panicked birds in the distance. Cynthia was still sleeping semi-peacefully, curled on her side like a cat, one wing acting as a pillow, the other as a blanket. Tristan hated to disturb her, but he hated even more the thought of her being recaptured by the naga. Gently, he tried to roll her onto her back so he could pick her up.
As her wing moved to the side, he gasped in shock at the new size of her stomach. Enraged, he turned to Demetri. "Did you know about this?"
"She didn't want you to see," was Demetri's only reply as he waited by the mouth of the cave for the sun to finish sinking behind the mountains. "Alright, I can go out now. Let's move before those snakes figure out where we are."
Tristan scooped the sleeping girl into his arms, having to shift his grip to adjust for her new weight, and headed out behind Demetri. They moved as quickly as they could up the mountain in the darkness, for the moon did not show its face that night.