Good question, Daine thinks to herself. She can see where the path emerges from the rest of the maze, so it must join up with where she's left Andrew at some point, but Mithros only knows how long of a walk they have in store if they decide to go that route. Maybe it'd be quicker to just climb over the shelves.
I think so, she calls back, ruffling her feathers. Not sure how long and twisty it is, though. Hang on, I'm going to check it out!
Daine rises into the air and begins to follow the path from the book drop. It's slow going; even though her owl vision makes it relatively easy to pick out dead ends quickly, there are still a lot of branching pathways to check out and dismiss. As she works her way deeper in the maze, she has the idea to pluck books off the top shelves with her talons and drop them onto the correct path whenever there are a few branches to choose from. They won't be of any use if the maze changes itself again - really, this whole venture will have been useless if that happens - but she might as well, just in case it doesn't.
She's investigating a corridor about twenty yards from where Andrew's waiting when she sees a flicker of movement through the shelves. Rising higher - both to more easily see into the neighboring corridor and put herself farther away from whatever's over there, in case it's nasty - she cautiously peers over the shelf. It better not be another Coldfang - or the Master. She doesn't fancy tangling with the slaver if Andrew's just going to get all upset with her for defending herself.
The creature between the shelves turns out to be neither of those things. It's small, only about two feet long from nose to hip, with an additional foot of tail. It lifts its slim muzzle and blinks up at Daine, then lets out a loud chirp of recognition. In the same instant, Daine drops to the ground beside it, nearly falling over in her haste to shift back to human. "Kitten!" she cries, scooping her up. The little dragon clings to Daine's shirt, claws pricking her skin through the fabric, and lets out a musical series of chirps and burbles that manages to sound both relieved and scolding.
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I think so, she calls back, ruffling her feathers. Not sure how long and twisty it is, though. Hang on, I'm going to check it out!
Daine rises into the air and begins to follow the path from the book drop. It's slow going; even though her owl vision makes it relatively easy to pick out dead ends quickly, there are still a lot of branching pathways to check out and dismiss. As she works her way deeper in the maze, she has the idea to pluck books off the top shelves with her talons and drop them onto the correct path whenever there are a few branches to choose from. They won't be of any use if the maze changes itself again - really, this whole venture will have been useless if that happens - but she might as well, just in case it doesn't.
She's investigating a corridor about twenty yards from where Andrew's waiting when she sees a flicker of movement through the shelves. Rising higher - both to more easily see into the neighboring corridor and put herself farther away from whatever's over there, in case it's nasty - she cautiously peers over the shelf. It better not be another Coldfang - or the Master. She doesn't fancy tangling with the slaver if Andrew's just going to get all upset with her for defending herself.
The creature between the shelves turns out to be neither of those things. It's small, only about two feet long from nose to hip, with an additional foot of tail. It lifts its slim muzzle and blinks up at Daine, then lets out a loud chirp of recognition. In the same instant, Daine drops to the ground beside it, nearly falling over in her haste to shift back to human. "Kitten!" she cries, scooping her up. The little dragon clings to Daine's shirt, claws pricking her skin through the fabric, and lets out a musical series of chirps and burbles that manages to sound both relieved and scolding.