The desert shook as the massive Drakaina landed in its middle, and the endless sand mounds shook, vibrated, and flattened from the wind of her wings flapping. Godvia's giant body landed right on the collapsed mountain where Arad had to hide in the past.
She lay around the mountain like a cat, looked around, sniffed the ground, and rested. "This place, it's hot, but great. We had very few deserts in my home world."
Alcott who stood there looked at her for a long while before speaking again. "I hope you find this place cozy. At least, try to keep your 'Radiation' under control."
she looked at him, and her massive eyes moved slowly. "Radiation, true. That's how it is spelled." Until now, Alcott and the Godvia were speaking in the draconic language.
"Radiation is the thing you call the curse; the Metal my scales and body are made of is radiating even smaller particles, all of them deadly to living beings." She rested her wings down. "It is... hard to control, even for me."
