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  • He watched Torr in flight as he passed in front of the first moon. He was like a vision from a fairy tale. On the trip home he had thought up the name Torr and the dragon responded to it. Torr sent his images of his baby and they both tried names until they settled on Kia. As soon as one of them thought the name, the baby responded by looking their way. And so it was settled; Torr and Kia.

    They had been back a month and it had been a busy month. They no sooner got Torr settled and Kia in the nursery when Angel went into labor and the long night commenced. He sat with Torr in his cave as the warriors attended Angel and at the same time kept Kia fed and comforted. He paced back and forth and felt every pain Angel was going through. And just when he thought he couldn’t stand anymore, Angel gave that final push and Shia was born.

    He ran to the room and was shoved to the side as her attendants were helping with the delivery. He felt Angel in his head and kept sending her loving thoughts. Finally they brought Shia and placed her in his arms. He had to sit down to keep from fainting. She was still wet from Angel’s womb and her eyes were closed. He sent her warm loving feelings and she tightened her grip on his finger. They continued to dry her off in his grasp and he drew her close to his face. She slowly opened her eyes and he was dumbstruck by the beauty staring back at him. She had her mother’s eyes and he gently kissed them both as she closed them and snuggled against his neck. “We did good, my love” thought Angel from across the room.

    He turned his attention to Angel who was lying quietly in the bed. “You are fine? I mean, of course you are fine” he sputtered, and Angel laughed and sent warm loving thoughts to both of them. “Bring her here so we can all be together. I carried her for so long, I am missing her already.” He carried Shia to her mother’s side. “She has your darker skin tones and hair” Angel thought.

    “But wait until you see her eyes. She is another great beauty like her mother” he thought back to her. Shia lay sleeping at her mother’s breast. He looked at Angel who looked worn out and thought “You sleep, my Angel” and kissed her forehead. She went right to sleep and he slipped out leaving the warriors in attendance.

    They had discussed names for the past two months and settled on Sean for a boy and Shia for a girl. He ran to Torr’s cave and threw his arms around the neck of his dragon. He felt himself gently enfolded in Torr’s wings and for a few moments they held each other. He passed the images of Shia to his friend and they both laughed in joy.

    After that night, Torr began working out on the Mesa top stretching his wings and taking short flights across the ground. Each night his flight was a little longer as he regained his strength. By month’s end he was soaring across the heavens on his nightly journeys. His wound completely healed, Torr needed to escape the bounds of Faldo and feel the cool night air on his face as he raced the clouds.

    He wished that he could fly with him and when Torr landed they started designing a harness that would allow him to ride on Torr’s back as he flew. It wasn’t long before they had a harness that resembled a low back chair with stirrups for his feet. There were no reins, just hand holds as Torr would be doing the driving. He was just along for the ride. Torr lowered a wing to give him a boost into the harness and they were soon airborne.

    The run across the mesa top before they lifted off was enough to shake his teeth loose, but once into the air it was as smooth as silk. He soon got used to the up and down movements of the wings and both were laughing as Torr dove into the canyons and soared back out again. One hour soon turned into three before they returned to the mesa top. Torr had a good workout but wasn’t a bit tired. He slipped the harness from Torr’s back and watched as he returned to the air. He went below and entered his home. Angel and Shia were sleeping in the bed but Shia woke when he came in. Her thoughts were drawing him to her and she held out her arms as he bent to pick her up.

    He was snuggling her close and listening to her inner giggles when “She adores you, you know” came from Angel. “She has a higher ability to communicate than any of us and I believe she was talking to Kia when she was in the nursery. They seem to have become fast friends.”
    “Like father, like daughter” he thought back to Angel. “Did you see through my eyes a few minutes ago, or were you really asleep?” Angel shook her head and the questions filled his. He thought to her of the flight on Torr’s back and pure joy of feeling the wind roaring in his face as they soared all over the sky.

    As he talked he swooped up and down with Shia to demonstrate and her giggling filled his head. He pulled her close and rocked back and forth with her in his arms, cooing softly aloud in her ears. Her eyes got wide and her smile beamed as he continued to quietly sing lullaby’s that only she could hear.

    Angel watched them as they bonded in a world of their own. She felt oddly content that no matter how far he roamed, he would never be able to completely leave them. She knew that he loved her and now she could see how much he loved their daughter. What a strange man he is; so different than the men of her world; so open to new ideas.

    And Shia has his wonderment. Angel could sense it from the womb. And like her father, she has her own dragon…
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