9. Chapter 9 (1/1)

chapter 9

"what do you think cy?" artha asked, looking her over carefully for injuries that might have caused her awkward gait the day before. "you're not getting sick, are you? has what i got gotten you?"

cy didn't answer, just nuzzled into artha's chest when he moved in front of her. "maybe i should just let you sleep it off, you don't seem injured. probably just sick. we could both use a few days off."

cy sighed and settled her head on her front feet, eyes closing as she fell asleep.

artha smiled and went to see what beau was doing.

it turned out he was working on the repairs that were almost finished. when they were done, artha, mortis, and parm had decided they were going to

eed dragons. "how's cy?" beau asked, looking up from the plans he had been working on.

"she's just sick," artha said, looking over the plans too. "i'm not sure what it is, but she should be fine in a few days."

"what about you?" beau asked, "when will you be better?"

"there's nothing wrong with me beau," artha said in exasperation, rolling his eyes, "don't worry so much."

"if there was nothing wrong with you then you wouldn't be puking like this. it's worrying artha, maybe you should talk to mortis about it."

"i was going to ask mortis about cy anyways," artha said with a shrug, "i guess i could ask him if he knew what was going on with me too."

"good," beau said, "now go on. i'll see you later."

"maybe," artha said, heading to the dragon cave, "or maybe i'll run away."

beau shook his head, smiling, as he turned back to the plans.