Zoltar soared over the cobalt blue sky, the starlight shimmering off his ebony wings and curved violet horns. A shallow dawn was creeping over the heavens as the moons slowly sank down the withering night sky.
‘I have to get back before the others wake up,’ Zoltar thought as he picked up the pace, letting the cold wind slice across his wing tips. The last thing he wanted was to deal with Emerald and Shiraku while he talked to Felistia about his actions. It would probably be best if they didn't know about his dream either. It would most likely just freak them out and he already had to deal with Felistia.
Finally the group came into sight. All of them with their heads tucked snugly under their wings as their sides steadily rose and fell. Felistia seemed to be twitching slightly, her claws flexing in and out as though she were fighting.
Zoltar shivered as a new surge of fear rippled over his scales. What if the dream had been a warning and Felistia really was going to betray him?
‘Stop it,’ Zoltar scolded, shaking off the uncomfortable feeling. He felt ashamed for thinking about Felistia in such a way. She'd risked her neck more than once for him and deserved his trust. This was not the way to repay her and over a stupid dream for goodness sake. Zoltar let out a growl of annoyance. He was acting like a any shadow talon would now, but then shadow talons never trusted anyone and normally didn't end up having friends. And Zoltar knew that Felistia was a great friend, better than any shadow talon friend he'd had before. Now he was acting as though she were his enemy and like she'd done everything in his dream. She didn't deserve that treatment and Zoltar knew it. He'd just have to get over his ridiculous fear and treat Felistia the way she deserved to be treated; as a friend.
Zoltar gently landed next to the sleeping ice talon. She really was beautiful. The way she gleamed white beside his bold onyx black scales. How her jagged crown of spikes caught every blade of light like a cluster of crystals.
Zoltar gently leaned forward to wake Felistia when suddenly Felistia let out a ferocious snarl and her dagger like claws clinched as her tail lashed violently from side to side, slamming one of her tail spikes straight into Zoltar’s right back leg. Zoltar let out a howl of pain and leapt back from the thrashing ice talon. Sharp spears of agony streaked up his calf and into his back. He squeezed shut his eyes, trying to prevent himself from passing out from the extreme pain.
“W-w-who’s attacking?” Shiraku yelled drowsily as she stumbling to her paws, her fangs bared.
“W-what’s happening?” Emerald asked, turning a shade of beetle green with crimson red spots.
“A little accident with Felistia’s tail,” Zoltar growled through gritted teeth, his eyes still warily on Felistia, who hadn’t woken up and was still flailing around with claws and teeth flashing.
“You’re bleeding!” Emerald shouted in alarm as she rushed over to Zoltar. She tenderly examined the deep wound in his calf.
After a few seconds she let out a sigh of relief, “It’s seems to only be a flesh wound. You’re luck she didn’t hit the bone. You could have had a broken leg.” She reached inside the pouch around his neck and drew out a few lime green leaves.
“Might as well be broke the way it’s hurting,” Zoltar hissed, scrapping savagely at the icy ground as Emerald gently placed the herbs on his leg.
“It should feel better in a little while. Try to not move that leg until the herbs start to work.”
Zoltar drew in a long, deep breath as the herbs slowly started to numb the unbearable pain and his tense muscles gradually started to relax.
Felistia had stopped thrashing and was now curled up in a ball as though nothing had happened. Zoltar watched her cautiously, the pain in his leg now a dim throb. What had Felistia been dreaming and why had she suddenly lashed out like that? She'd never had such violent dreams in the cave. Had she been fighting someone and if so who? Did this have something to do with her past and the fact that they were nearing her home? Zoltar didn't know, but what he did know was that he couldn't just keep letting these things go. He'd have to talk to Felistia tomorrow and figure out what was going on.