“Summer. Summer Rainault. And you brought me in off the street. I’d say that deserves some thanks.” Her limbs still ached, but it was starting to fade, though the tension in her shoulders would take far longer to ease. Ending up in Camelot had not been part of the plan at all.
“I suppose I had better leave before your master comes back. Wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.”
It’s nice to meet you, Summer, he smiled. You don’t have to leave yet if you don’t want to. I can handle Gaius, and it’s not like either of us will turn you in. Besides, that was one heck of a landing. His smile fell and was replaced by a look of concern. What happened, anyway?
“Dragon.” Summer looked down into the palms of her hands. “Or something very like, anyway. I could barely touch it. I guess I must have chased it from our lands to the city without realising, we were so high.” She looked back at Merlin with a half-smile, pained and old-looking. “I tried to stop it.”
Merlin’s eyes widened almost comically at the mention of a dragon. Stop it? What was it doing? Do you know what color it was? He didn’t want to bombard her with questions, but he was dying to know. I might be able to help with whatever you were doing before.
“Dragons come in colours?!” It was all she could manage; the whole situation was just overwhelming and terrifying and all she wanted to do was thinking about something else. “I don’t even know where it went after I fell.”