‘Damn you, Pearl!’
‘Otataral.’
‘What?’
‘Otataral. Her aspect is otataral, woman! This is an otataral dragon .’
Neither spoke for a time. Lostara began edging herself away from the ledge, shifting weight incrementally, freezing at every increase in the stream of dust slipping away beneath her.
Turning her head, she could make out Pearl. He had unveiled enough of his warren to draw himself upward, hovering slightly above the slope. His gaze remained fixed on the crucified dragon.
‘Some help down here…’ Lostara growled.
He started, then looked down at her. ‘Right. My deepest apologies, lass. Here, I shall extend my warren…’
She felt herself lifted into the air.
‘Make no struggle, lass. Relax, and you’ll float up beside me, then pivot upright.’
She forced herself to grow still, but the result was one of rigid immobility.
Pearl chuckled. ‘Lacks grace, but it will do.’
A half-dozen heart-beats later she was beside him, hovering upright.
‘Try to relax again, Lostara.’
She glared at him, but he was staring upward once more. Reluctantly, she followed his gaze.
‘It’s still alive, you know,’ Pearl whispered.
‘Who could have done this?’
‘Whoever it was, we have a lot for which to thank him, her… or them. This thing devours magic. Consumes warrens.’
‘All the old legends of dragons begin with the statement that they are the essence of sorcery. How, then, could this thing even exist?’
‘Nature always seeks a balance. Forces strive for symmetry. This dragon answers every other dragon that ever existed, or ever will.’
Lostara coughed and spat once more, then she shivered. ‘The Imperial Warren, Pearl. What was it before it was… turned to ash?’
He glanced over at her, eyes narrowing. He shrugged and began brushing dust from his clothes. ‘I see no value in lingering in this horrendous place-’
‘You said there was a gate down here-not that one, surely-’
‘No. Beyond that ledge. I suspect the last time it was used was by whoever or whatever nailed this dragon onto the cross. Surprisingly, they didn’t seal the gate behind them.’
‘Careless.’
‘More like supremely confident, I would think. We’ll make our descent a little more orderly this time, agreed? You need not move-leave this to me.’
‘I despise that suggestion in principle, Pearl, but what I hate more is that I see no choice.’
‘Haven’t you had your fill of bared bones yet, lass? A simple sweet smile would have sufficed.’
She fixed him with a look of steel.
Pearl sighed. ‘A good try, lass. We’ll work on it.’
As they floated out over the ledge, Lostara looked up one last time, but not at the dragon, rather at the starscape beyond. ‘What do you make of that night sky, Pearl? I do not recognize the constellations… nor have I ever before seen those glowing swirls in any night sky I’ve looked at.’
He grunted. ‘That’s a foreign sky-as foreign as can be. A hole leading into alien realms, countless strange worlds filled with creatures unimaginable-’
‘You really don’t know, do you?’
‘Of course I don’t!’ he snapped.
‘Then why didn’t you just say so?’
‘It was more fun conjecturing creatively, of course. How can a man be the object of a woman’s interest if he’s always confessing his ignorance?’
‘You want me to be interested in you? Why didn’t you say so? Now I will hang on your every word, of course. Shall I gaze adoringly into your eyes as well?’
He swung on her a glum look. ‘Men really have no chance, do they?’
‘Typical conceit to have thought otherwise, Pearl.’
They were falling gently through darkness. The sorcerous globe of light followed, but at some distance, smudged and faint behind the suspended dust.
Lostara looked downward, then snapped her head up and closed her eyes, fighting vertigo. Through gritted teeth she asked, ‘How much farther do we sink, do you think?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘You could’ve given a better answer than that!’ When he made no reply she glanced over at him through slitted eyes. He looked positively despondent. ‘Well?’ she demanded.
‘If these are the depths of despair, lass, we’re almost there.’
As it turned out, another hundred heartbeats passed before they reached the dust-laden floor. The sphere of light arrived a short while later, illuminating the surrounding area.
