The pounding in my head was making it hard to think. It felt like I’d drunk too much of the deep red wine that I sometimes sipped at banquets, or the bitter smelling liqueur my brother liked. I’d seen enough of the side effects to not go near it. What use are a few hours of memory loss when the next morning it’ll all come rushing back, with an ear-splitting headache tagging along too? I also don’t trust in drinking something that is used for cleaning the things that water can’t get off.
I sipped the water I’d been given. I was surprisingly thirsty, seeing as I felt as if I’d just coughed up the entire ocean. As I drank I watched the ash blond boy before me. I’d seen mages back at home, but none so young. Most of them were grumpy old men in long robes who went around muttering about the ‘impatient youth’, and how much better the world was in their day. This boy didn’t seem like that at all, as he concentrated on manoeuvring a small ball of yarn through the air, playing with Karina, who was gently lulling him into a false sense of security. If I concentrated, I could catch the occasional burst of laughter from him, but it was hard in my present state. The boy seemed so unaware, and I could tell by the twitch in the end of Karina’s tail that he was scheming something.
I giggled, and the boy looked up, surprised; the ball of yarn falling from the air. I suddenly caught an image from Karina of flames and instantly knew what he was planning.
“Kari-…!” I started, too late. He pounced on the ball and with a swift transformation, blew a small ball of fire onto it. The whole thing went up in a puff of smoke. I threw the rest of my glass of water over it, before staggering over and putting out the rest of the flames with the corner of my dress. Karina, now back in cat form, sat preening himself.
The boy, who’d seemed almost frozen in shock, blinked.
“Dr-Dragon...” he exclaimed, “It’s a dragon?”
“Yes. Karina’s a dragon. A very naughty one.” I replied, looking pointedly at the creature, who purred smugly at me. “I’m terribly sorry, er… I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name.”
“Telion. I’m terribly sorry Telion. I’m Kati-” I paused, realising I knew nothing about this boy. Maybe I’d keep quiet about my status for now. “Kat. Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” He said, reaching his hand out. As I leant forward to shake it, the room started to spin and a sharp pain shot through my head, like a red hot needle. I gasped, pressing my palms to my temples, as if to stop my head from exploding.
His eyes widened slightly and he took my arm, pulling me up.
“Are you alright?” He asked as he helped me across the room.
“I’ll be fine,” I replied as I settled back down onto the bed, “but would you mind telling me where I am?”