Part 3

It was a town, the smoke curling from the chimney of a slatted, two storied building on its outskirts. There was a woman scraping ice off the windowsills. Her glance was friendly when she saw him, but her face darkened when she saw what he was holding. She dropped her scraper and walked into the building. He stood a little while by the building, worried, looking down at the dragon. He suddenly felt uneasy and exposed holding it. There was a reason for this uneasiness, but he couldn’t remember it.