Pretty sure he has no clue what you want.
Ilith’s head drooped. How did her Savior always make this seem so easy? Dewdrop, Night and all the rest of the two leggers seemed to know what she wanted without her ever having to say a word.
Maybe it’s because I’m awesome.
Ilith croaked at the fog before looking at Dewdrop expectantly.
Ahhahahahaha. I can’t breathe.Tate’s voice cut off as guffaws consumed her.Bwahahaha.
Ilith ignored the way her Savior was losing it, instead, opening her mouth to release another croak. She looked expectantly at Dewdrop.
He had to have understood this time.
“Should we be worried about the dragon’s sanity?”
“From what I’ve seen, this is rather typical behavior from her,” the shiny man answered.
Seeing Dewdrop not getting it despite her stellar voice skills, Ilith bobbed her head toward the fog and held Dewdrop out to it again.
Dewdrop twisted in Ilith’s grip. “Willa? Any help?”
A weight landed on Ilith’s back and small paws scampered along her spine until the Veles arrived on the top of Ilith’s head.
Irritation filled her.Get off.
The small, furry creature ignored her, staring into the fog with a bored expression. Willa’s mouth opened partially, and she sucked in air with an audible gasp.
A small tingle of energy brushed along Ilith’s scales as Willa changed part of her body to her human form, just enough to speak. “Something is out there.”
Dewdrop’s feet kicked as he got more comfortable in Ilith’s grip. He held her tail tighter.
“What kind of something?”
“The dangerous kind.”
Ilith snorted. Not really. Just tedious.
The brush of energy from before came again as Willa changed back to her bearcat form.
Hoping Dewdrop would get it this time, Ilith made the croaking sound again before fixing expectant eyes on Dewdrop.
“I think I know what she wants from me,” Dewdrop drawled.
“Does this present any danger to the rest of us?” the shiny man asked.
“None. Though it may be a tad obnoxious.”
Dewdrop didn’t wait for permission. A powerful wail issued from his throat. One pure, piercing note that shook everything before it.
Everyone but Ilith and Willa clapped hands over their ears and quailed. Black shadows in the shape of birds dropped like rain around them.
Good. It was working.
But their job wasn’t over yet.
Carrying Dewdrop, Ilith made a circuit of the platform. Each time she made her croaking sound, Dewdrop would wail. The pieces of the amalgam would fall, and they’d repeat the process.
After several attempts, Ilith no longer sensed the amalgam’s copies. Despite that, she didn’t let down her guard. That was how the amalgam survived their last battle.
