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Triston blinks and pales. "You're right! And Tide's saddle, I left that - " He stops talking when he hears both dragons abruptly leave their meal and head out of the hut. Then he chuckles, gently nudging Lambi's arm and pointing. "Don't worry, though. I think our dragons are taking care of it."
"Good on them," Capper says cheerfully. He peers outside at the ongoing storm, thoughtfully stroking his beard. "Mm. Ye know, lads, that storm's going to be tricky to fly through. Even for you and yer Tide Glider, Triston."
"Yeah . . .?" Triston asks slowly.
"Well, it's just - I know Lambi's got to be gettin' home to Lady Bluebell. I just want to get him there safe, is all. Are you two goin' to brave the storm? Because if ye are . . . I just might know a safe route."
"Good on them," Capper says cheerfully. He peers outside at the ongoing storm, thoughtfully stroking his beard. "Mm. Ye know, lads, that storm's going to be tricky to fly through. Even for you and yer Tide Glider, Triston."
"Yeah . . .?" Triston asks slowly.
"Well, it's just - I know Lambi's got to be gettin' home to Lady Bluebell. I just want to get him there safe, is all. Are you two goin' to brave the storm? Because if ye are . . . I just might know a safe route."