Angara dropped down from the mast and placed herself between the elf and the others, growing large enough to shield her should the need arise. She had knocked Bird's hand away as she landed. Now her eyes blazed, and her head on its long sinuous neck wove back and forth between the two, fixing each of their positions.
Bird and Child stepped back quickly. Surprise tinged with fear registered in their faces followed swiftly by hurt.
In that instant, Pio made her decision. Stepping close to the dragon she laid her hand upon the great neck and spoke softly.
'These are not our foes, Angara.' She looked at Bird and Child each for a long moment. These are our charges, our companions, our friends. We will face danger soon enough, and I would have them firmly by our side when we do. Let them ask their questions, and I will answer them, for good or for ill.'
'What is this "for good or for ill"?!' demanded the quiet voice from the stairs. Mithadan had come just in time to see this dangerous tableaux and hear the last of Pio's statement. He strode toward them, a frown on his face.
'Late, as usual, Son of Man.' observed the dragon, then stepped aside, as the elf stepped forward.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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