Melisandre Cirwedh
Odahviing
Odahviing
Odahviing nestled himself on the hard ground of the tunnel. The lack of branches to perch on was unsettling and without Melisandre to carry him he had to resort to the ground to rest his tired wings. As he was such a small dragon he wasn’t used to being on the ground especially with Melisandre carrying him everywhere when he grew tired of flying. Perhaps he would grow, after all he was only around two hundred years old and dragons did have long life spans so there was still time. He turned his head as the wolf pup spoke to him, grateful to finally have some communication with someone. No, he sighed bowin his head in defeat. My bonded is back at the safe house waiting for me. She requested I search for more of our kind but she’ll be worried sick if I’m not home before dawn, Odahviing explained to the animal whose name he did not know. He didn’t have much hope that his words would have any effect, he knew the humans intended to remain in the cave for some time and he doubted his needs would outweigh the fear of the hunters outside.
Back at the safe house Melisandre paced the halls worried sick about her dragon companion. Hours had passed and he still hadn’t returned. She couldn’t sense any injuries so she assumed he hadn’t been hurt but she couldn’t understand why he hadn’t returned yet. Typically if he found more bonders he’d sent word to her instantly but this time was different.



