Chapter XV. Delivery and Dance. (AKA Going Gaga)
Walking into the core of the volcano, Jona was cooling down, even getting a little chilled standing in the forest meadow, as he heard cheering and whistles from the entry, a few laughing roars of dragons echoed from the landing cave.
A half-dozen large four-winged dragons stood at the corners of a big lozenge-shaped container as other dragons gathered around and began to off load the container, many human men moved about, as they cataloged the items being moved out under the scrutiny of a familiar raven-haired lady who walked about in her green armor.
“I know her! She was at the harbor with the black ship! They were taking on all kinds of things. Ingots were one thing I remember.” Jona said.
“They are a kind of pirate. Freemen and women that work on the ship in a fleet that comes and brings us supplies.” Kolo nodded, ‟The Headmaster of the Dragons, Professor Komodo and the Human Headmaster Narmer deal with them exclusivly, the black ship is not ever in any danger, the sea dragons protect the ship. Although I hear that they have no need of very much protection. Their ship, the Orca, is a predator that other Empire ships avoid. They pick no fights, according to the crew that sail her. and they’re all alumnus from here. Poets, bards and such.” Kolo smiled. “And they are also dancers. They come to give shows to the school now and again.”
“Come on Kolo! Let’s get a good spot! They are going to sing on the rocks!” A blond haird student, several years older than Jona, called as she walked by.
“Okay! Jona, come on! You will see how ladies go gaga over these guys.” Kolo dragged Jona by his hand.
“But my class!” Jona protested “I’ll be late.”
“No you won’t, your professor is over there talking with the captain. This will be a short day.” Kolo laughed and pulled him along.
The dancing and music went on until the lunch hour, Jona looked around and the red-haired captain spoke with dragon and human professor’s alike, trading papers and nodding back and forth. Jona had done business enough to know that they were making more orders for food and supplies for the school so high in the mountains and the captain was negotiating prices and times for delivery.
“Why doesn’t the captain sing and dance?” Jona asked, leaning over to Kolo.
Kolo shrugged, “I don’t know, I would like to see him dance, he has good grace, but someone said he has had a bad romance in his life and will not perform because of it.”
Applause exploded as the dancer’s finished their show and broke for lunch. Too soon after talking with students and sharing meals, the sailor’s and free folk headed back to the now empty pirate ship. The gleaming smooth obsidian dragons now well rested, food and drink for the dragons had been ample for them as well, nodded as the door closed and the blood-haired captain gave an order and they lifted into the air, the dragons moving together as a team as they disappeared out of sight into the clouds.
Scenes of futures past 