About an hour later, Irlas flew away from the oasis. I noticed massive amounts of water. I'm pretty sure it's an ocean; grey clouds form in the sky. As I saw lightning bolts sent by the Gods themselves, I panicked. The sky stormed with rain. I scrunch up like an infant to fit under Irlas' scales. The goal is to keep myself from falling off the dragon if I can't get all of my body under the scales.
My heart begins to beat a different beat from the fear of the rain and the lightning I see ahead of us. My fears see me headed into certain death. I am praying to the moon goddess for forgiveness of all the she-wolves I had sex with, and for being rude to my mate. I don't even notice that we are now in the storm, and we are not being rained on.
I am curled like an infant in my mother's womb still praying away. When I heard gruff laughter in a mind link saying "stupid human" shocked I asked in anger, "how can you mind link me? "
"Such a puny human mind, dragons are far superior to wolves. We are able to mind link anyone including mind linking humans. He kept laughing. "Look around us human, we have a protective shield. Royal dragons are given magical abilities by the gods. The shield that keeps us invisible also saves us from nature's natural elements."
Angrily I looked around realizing Cadma had once again lied to me. I wasn't actually going to get bugs in my eyes or anything else. I swear I will beat Cadma senseless when he shifts back into his human form.
Trying to hide my anger, I asked, "Why didn't you say you could mind link me?" I would've told you I needed to pee.
I could feel Irla's confusion, "Did you ever ask me?"
I crossed my arms sitting crossed leg under his scale. "Is that common knowledge Irla? If this knowledge is common knowledge that you as a dragon are able to mind link anyone, you have a profound apology from me for my ignorance."
After I had said this, I felt the dragon's discomfort with the words I had spoken. As I said this, I shut down my mind to prevent Irla from hearing my thoughts, or at least I hoped that it would prevent Irla from hearing my thoughts. I realized that I did not know what dragons were capable of or what they were not capable of.
My realization after seeing Irla's reaction to my words was that most people do not know that dragons can hear and mind-link with anyone Thus, the dragon quickly changed the conversation due to what I asked.
As we crossed over to land, I was told that a pub was coming up. I guess we must be in Virginia at this point." Irla informed me in a convenient way.
That vengeful dragon took off the shield for just a minute to make certain the branches on the tree hit me. It almost knocked me off him. Then as I hang onto one of his scales for my dear life, he elevates the shield again.
In spite of my discomfort (and the dragon was chuckling at me at the time), I grumbled and kept quiet while I slid into the dragon's scales.
There is a question I ask Irlas: "I am not able to go into a pub when my clothes are shredded on me that I am wearing right now. I lack money, and I don't have a pack credit card."
In response to my question, the dragon made a scathing retort. "For starters, I am not responsible for your lack of anything. Secondly, I noticed you still had pockets on your pants, so chances are that your money and your cards are still accessible." Scoffing once more, the dragon replied, "Idiot Human."
When I glance up and down the street, I see clothes lines behind a house. Running towards the clotheslines, I jump over their metal fence scratching the surface of my exposed bum. I am cursing the dragon under my breath as I make my way to the clotheslines.
I turned to put on the first large piece of clothing in the line, and I couldn't help but scream at how many costumes were hanging to dry on this clothing line. The dragon costume was the only costume large enough to fit me, so I hurriedly dressed it up and put my credit card and money into the dragon costume's pocket.
In the next moment, I realized that the dragon had changed into Cadma, and that he was now running away from humans that might call the police about the lude behavior that was now taking place, and as the thought crossed my mind, I laughed.
There was no time for Cadma to check out the costumes since the humans were not far behind. I don't think the humans would call the police, because it was a bunch of old ladies with cameras who wanted to take pictures of Cadma's bum with their cameras.
Cadma ended up dressing up in a woman's costume that made her look naked with big boobs. The costume was super tight on Cadma, and the pants were on the upper part of his knees. It was so hilarious that I couldn't stop laughing.
Looking over at the little old ladies they looked so sad as Cadma's bum was no longer on display, or at least not his male bum. He is now in a woman's costume. I headed over to the pub not caring that I was dressed as my nemesis.
As we walk into the pub all eyes were looking at us, as if we were crazy. Cadma tried to hide behind me, but I wasn't having that. I stepped out of the way and the whole bar of men started whistling in "Cat Calls" I could see Cadma's face red as a sunburnt back on a beach in California. However, he just walked over and ordered a whisky. I looked at him curiously, "And how are you going to pay for that drink?" The man on his right quickly volunteered to buy his drinks. Cadma grimaced and pointed to the man buying his drinks. However, wasn't Cadma astonished when the man started playing with his fake boobs.
I see Cadma wanting to standup to pulverize the man. I whispered so that only shifters could hear. "Do not hurt the human." He grunted and sat back down. I explained to the man that if he gets my friend really intoxicated, he maybe more receptive to his advances. With that the human had the bar tender bring over 10-shots of whiskey.
Once Cadma had finished drinking his tenth shot of whiskey, he pretended to be hugging his new friend, but he had secretly put the man in a sleeper hold and knocked him out. It was the man's face that fell onto the bar counter. In the end, we both toasted to the festive spirits of this fine pub wherever it might be.
During our evening at the pub, I paid someone a thousand dollars to let me borrow his cell phone. Using this phone, I took some pictures of Cadma in his costume, and with his buddy as well, and I sent them out on the web. Will he be surprised? I secretly laughed to myself as I thought of this.
In the meantime, Cadma once again shifted into the magnificent silver dragon. This dragon is a pain in my rump, and I'm not sure which one is worse, Cadma or his dragon Irla?
A group of us are hiding in the forest that lies between the mountains and the forests that run through west Virginia. We know that we will soon be home.