"Will she live?" Kadagan asked Joad.
The elder bent over the dragon, pressing to her wounds fresh leaves of the lady's mantle plant. The astringent juices of the circular, blue-green leaves helped to stanch the flow of blood. Kadagan knew that if the elder nyphid was trying to save the dragon with his herbal skills, there was still hope.
When Joad finished, the small nyphids struggled to straighten the dragon's bent wing into proper position. Kadagan was glad the creature remained unconscious through what had to be excruciating pain.
Suddenly, Kadagan felt something squeeze him around the chest and hoist him from the ground. Legs dangling, gasping for breath against the ragged black claw that con shy;stricted him and made his rough-spun tunic chafe, he looked over his shoulder and saw the dragon's golden eyes regard shy;ing him accusingly.
Khisanth suddenly became aware of a dull ache that grew sharp in the claw that held the nyphid. She dropped the green-clad creature as if burned.
"Are you pixies trying to kill me?" Struggling to keep her head off the ground, Khisanth looked to the gray-haired nyphid. He was busily attempting to secure a straight, thick branch to her wing with a length of vine. Though Joad fre shy;quently tossed a concerned glance over his shoulder, he did not stop his ministrations. Khisanth winced from the sting shy;ing pain beneath Joad's hands, but did not try to stop the creature.
"We are trying-to set-thy wing," Kadagan gasped. 'Thou must have broken it trying to climb to the surface."
"The surface," Khisanth repeated in wonder. Her expres shy;sion turned abruptly stormy when she realized she hadn't arrived there on her own. Her last memory was of falling headlong from the ledge. She'd seen a light, lightning…. She'd thought it was Takhisis calling her. "How did you bring me up?" she demanded.
Kadagan nodded toward the glowing ball hovering at Joad's shoulder. "We are unsure of the physics involved, but we simply told the maynus globe to catch thee, and-"
"You should have commanded it to leave me in darkness," Khisanth interrupted harshly, unimpressed. Her sensitive eyes, long accustomed to the darkness of sleep underground, squinted against the bright sunshine in the field.
"The light of the sun is healing. Shadows foster infection," stated the nyphid emphatically. His companion bobbed his gray head in agreement.
The creature's confident tone reminded Khisanth of their conversation below ground. Her eyes narrowed. "I presume you believe I am indebted to you now and will feel com shy;pelled to rescue your friend?"
"Actually, we-"
"I didn't call for your help or ask you to tend my wounds," the dragon snarled. "I especially didn't ask you to wake me before it was time. You may have ruined my chances to aid my queen. For that alone I should kill you." Her leathery eye shy;lids opened wide in an expression of mock tolerance. "How shy;ever, I will acknowledge your aid, although unwanted and unwarranted, by letting you live."
Expecting a show of gratitude, or at least fear, Khisanth was surprised to feel Joad still wrapping her wing, the chest shy;nut-haired nyphid silently watching, arms crossed, expres shy;sion unconcerned.
Irritated, Khisanth snapped both wings painfully to her sides, sending the elder nyphid flying. She tried to pull her shy;self to her feet. Clenching the muscles in her mighty jaws, the dragon summoned the last of her strength, more determina shy;tion than power. She pushed her head and chest off the ground with her claw arms and rolled from her side. Resting for just a moment, Khisanth then planted her horned hind feet under her broad belly. Driving her legs up and locking them, the dragon managed to stand briefly. Her lips drew back in a mocking smile. Then she teetered and wobbled and crashed back down on her chest, setting the ground shaking.
Khisanth sucked in shuddering breaths through nostrils pressed to the sun-warmed dirt. Reluctantly opening her golden eyes, she saw pity on the faces of the nyphids. "Get away from me!" she bellowed, then weakly scraped her arms over the grass, as if to bat the nyphids away.
"Thou hast brought on the bleeding again," scolded Kada-gan. When the silent, elder nyphid began applying more leaves, Khisanth did not protest. Instead, she closed her eyes and tried to listen to the noises around her: locusts buzzing, birds singing, wind rustling through leaves. The sounds were neither familiar nor unfamiliar. She vaguely remembered hearing the combined din as a young dragon, but had never paid much attention to it. Now she focused on it, used it to drown out everything else in her muddled, starved brain. Maybe if she kept her eyes closed long enough, all of it-the nyphids, the elements that had conspired to trap and weaken her-would disappear, and she would not feel so… defense shy;less. That realization made her want to lash out again, but she knew she hadn't the energy.
"Food will restore thy strength." Kadagan pulled several worms from the humus underfoot and laid them proudly before the starving dragon. "Here, I've found thee something to eat."
The scent at her nostrils brought Khisanth's red, forked tongue from between her sharp teeth. She lassoed the two tiny worms, pulled them back into her jaws, and let them slide down her throat without chewing. Opening her eyes, she looked around greedily for more.
"Were the worms not enough?" Kadagan asked in sur shy;prise.
"I'm not a bird," grumbled Khisanth, her senses awakened by this merest nibble. "I need meat!" She paused and eyed the creature warily. "But I don't need to owe you for any shy;thing else. I can hunt for myself." Khisanth tried to pull her shy;self to her feet again, but she couldn't even manage to squat on her haunches.
Kadagan saw exhaustion in the droop of the dragon's head. "We can discuss the details after thou hast feasted," he suggested. "What dost thou require?"
Khisanth sighed inwardly. Since it was obvious she couldn't hunt for herself, she might as well test the limits of their skills.
"A moose or other large creature would do nicely," she said artlessly, smothering a smug grin as the younger nyphid's flickering blue eyes grew as large as fists. How these tiny creatures would go about slaying a moose, so many times their size, was not her problem. The ludicrous vision gave her the first amusement she'd felt since waking. They shouldn't make promises they can't keep, she told herself.
Kadagan was, indeed, in a quandary. Nyphids derived most of their energy from sunlight, but they needed water and ate fruits and vegetables because they tasted good, and because they, too, needed sunlight to flourish. But a moose?
Joad touched Kadagan on the shoulder and suggested the obvious solution. Tucking the maynus globe into the neck of his tunic, the elder hefted a tiny sack woven of spiderwebs and led them on a moose hunt. No longer encumbered by the slow-moving lightning sling, the nyphids moved swiftly over the shady forest floor, headed southwest toward higher elevations. They scampered up trees and slid down sun shy;beams. The forest gave way to pine-covered foothills, and the nyphids' bare feet sent the dried needles snapping. Past the foothills, among low scrub and decaying pines, they saw badgers, mountain goats, and wolverines. They left the beasts alone, though, considering them too small to meet the dragon's needs.
At last the nyphids spotted their prey, lazy-lidded, loung shy;ing on a knoll in the last rays of day. Placing a finger to his lips to keep Kadagan silent, Joad slipped his hand under the lump inside his tunic and removed the large globe, letting it hover at his shoulder. The maynus made no sound and cast a dull yellow glow in broad daylight; the small bolts of light shy;ning within were gone. The elder nyphid then reached into his spiderweb sack and removed some crumbled, pungent herbs. Joad sprinkled them atop the globe. Soundlessly, he bade the maynus to float until it was over the unsuspecting moose's fuzzy, oak-leaf-shaped antlers. The globe reached the beast and slowly rotated, spilling the herbs bit by bit. Nearly invisible, the dust sifted down through the air to settle on the animal's head and shoulders.