Here there be Dragons

The Warlord was always happy to see any hint of excitement and tenacity for life in his Wife. When she scanned ahead at the cliffs, he paused to watch her do so. Smiling in a way that crinkled the corners of his eyes as he watched her expert gaze determine their next move. As she moved closer to the ledge, he felt caution race through his heart. He didn’t move however. Holding rock steady and breathing evenly so she wouldn’t see the way her move had startled him. He brushed away visions of her falling and moved closer himself. Doing nothing to ruin her adventure.

He followed Zee, stepping where she stepped as she led the way up a precarious climb. His ageing limbs remembered a time when he had taken a tumble and broken a leg, but he didn’t let the worry get to him. Then Zee was vanishing into an opening, and he moved in after her. Grateful to be away from the ledge and the drop below. By now, it was getting close to sunset, and the dipping sun was startling to colour the horizon. The scent of stale water caught his attention and he scanned the cave area. “Cute place” He mused, voice teasing.


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