Narrow Escape

Late at night, at the top of the hill, Bailong's eyes drew to a familiar dwelling. The window at the top was open and light was streaming out of it. Sevir had come up. However, as he circled twice and debated to look inside, the light went out. He waited for a hand to appear and pull the shutters close, but nothing happened.

“Not good. If he sleeps there, we cannot go looking again.” Qinglong grumbled, understanding his thoughts.

“Try from the side,” he called and flew straight for the dwelling. He felt a slight push in his chest as he came close.

Suddenly, another stray idea came to him, “or I can try crashing in again.”

Qinglong laughed, abrupt and loud. He almost crashed into the roof of another dwelling, tilting just in time to save himself. He tilted too much and lost his balance for a moment, shooting past the one he was aiming for.

His eyes caught a pair of wide eyes hanging in the middle of the window as he shot past. On instinct, he turned to his vision.