Lustra – who wouldn’t die to leave it? To fly – even in the gullet of a silver beast – up and up, out and away, higher than the southwind, into the expanse of the innumerable stars?
The idea of summoning a dragon would never have occurred to my mother, when she lived, or to hers. But theirs was a different age: our queen was young then, and the fishing was better, too. Much better. Now we race home at twilight with every haul, dogged by slick-winged drakes.
The ancient Queen still clings to life, despite all our prayers. She offered up our only Princess to a Dragon for more youth, three years ago, and got other treasures as well, if you believe the stories. But none of them have ever left her Islot Grise, and now we’ve lost even the hope of one day seeing another head beneath the crown. And it’s occurred to me, and to others before me – if she can trade with Dragons as it pleases her, with the blessing of her kept priests, then why not us as we