Flight of the Mother Dragon

Previously

…It was reaching for her nest. Her hatchlings, her precious, vulnerable brood. A roar, raw and primal, tore from Ignis’s throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated fury. She lunged forward, her massive body a shield between the encroaching darkness and her young. The air crackled with her power, the latent heat within her stirring, ready to erupt. But the creature was fast, impossibly fast, its form blurring as it scrambled closer. Ignis knew, with a chilling certainty, that she could not defend them here. Not on this ledge, exposed and vulnerable. A desperate choice, a terrifying gamble, began to form in the fiery depths of her mind.