‘Maybe your parents have gone back to the Floating Forest,’ Flax said to the pup. ‘Maybe they climbed out a door in the dragon’s side and escaped. Maybe they’re in the den, right now, wondering where you are.’
The pup looked at her pitifully. ‘Dragons don’t have doors in their sides. You said so yourself.’
‘Yes, but maybe—’
‘We have to keep searching.’
‘But where?’ said Flax.
‘I don’t know. I don’t knoooOOOOOoooow!’
‘Hush, not so loud!’ Flax’s nose itched, which meant the can’t-see-us-can’t-hear-us-can’t-smell-us magic was still working. But it was best to
be cautious.
The pup’s howl subsided to a wordless whimper.
Flax put her head in her hands and wondered how on earth she was going to get him back to the Floating Forest…
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