It was not the only thing I regretted not asking the dragon, and after a few moments’ rest, I continued on my way.īy dawn of the second day, I reached the cave, and I had to haul myself up the last few miles. I had never asked the dragon where hand-in-hand came from, I realized, whether it came from the murky feverish lowlands to the west or some place even more distant. By all rights, it is a plant of warmer lands. Of course, the dragon’s voice continued, it’s unlikely you’ll see such a thing in these cold climes. I remembered the hiss in my ear telling me that this plant, which humans called hand-in-hand, was safe to eat so long as the leaves were not all gone red.
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#Days gone horde crack
The leaf flooded my mouth with an astringent green liquid, and I thought about how the spring melt washed grains of dirt down the mountain, and how after decades, the dirt filled the crack until a passing bird dropped a seed into it. I knelt to twist the leaves away, leaving the plant still growing from a crack in the stone. It was a shrubby thing, barely a handspan high, but there were a dozen plump little leaves tinged with ruby. I found one of those plants almost as soon as I had the thought, and for a moment I stared at it. I had memories of being only a young girl, and scaling steeper paths and byways to find the tender plants that grew in the crevasses and ridges of the mountain.
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It was dawn when I started my climb up the mountain, and by midday I was sweaty and hot. I stared up at the mountains, where men never went save to rescue princesses, and where it was said that women never went at all unless it was on the coppery wings of a dragon. This time, I wore the clean white robe of the penitent, and I was on foot. The first time I was flown, clutched in horny talons with my silk dress fluttering like a banner, and the second time I was carried down half-unconscious, slung like a dead woman over the back of a bay stallion. Forty years would pass before I would come to those steep paths again.
#Days gone horde full
I was taken by the green dragon of Mahr when I was fifteen, and it was a full year before my lord brought me back down. We have lived with dragons, after all, those strange and terrible animals with their curiously human eyes, and some of us come back down from the broken mountains with their hisses still in our ears. Series: The Tales of Gorlen Vizenfirtheĭragon brides are notoriously difficult women.
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