“Ha!” Ollie exclaims. “Weak defense.”
“We’ll make it in time,” Wes says quietly. He stiffens for a fraction of a second. “Wait,” he whispers to Ollie.
Ollie knows better than to react, but Wes doesn’t have to look at him to be aware that Ollie’s ready to go. He’s just waiting for the word. Wes closes his eyes and listens. Though he’s lived less than Ollie, Wes has lived plenty. Enough to have the magic in his surroundings speak to him, to understand the soul and nature of beings, and to feel when something’s out of balance. Something is coming.
“Ready,” Wes whispers.
And then up the trail comes…that.
“I’m seeing things,” Wes announces loudly.
Ollie rubs at his forehead. “You’re not.”
“Ollie, that’s worse!” Wes protests.
Ollie shrugs. “Hello, Tiny Dragon.” He opens his arms. “Give me a hug.”