Disclaimer: I own nothing of Dragon Flyz, which is owned by Gaumont Pictures. Only the plot is mine.
Note: This is a sequel to Broken Wings.
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Apex sighed happily and sipped her coffee.
While her arm still pained her, she took comfort in the knowledge that Blaze Wind was safe and receiving top quality medical care. As it stood, Blaze would be off the fighting roster for at least six months. Four months for him to heal, then two months to get back into fighting shape, though for the final two he could still run patrols around the city at least.
Until then, Apex was reassigned elsewhere. Normally in cases like these, the rider was put on city guard duty, but with her abilities, Apex's time was neatly split between aiding the dragon caretakers and helping out with the new dragonators and the cadets.
There was plenty for her to do too. Between bond reading, checking on the dragons' health and aiding with bonding exercises, she barely had a free minute on her shifts.
The only thing still worrying her was that, while Peak had finally woken up earlier that morning, he claimed he didn't remember the event. But her brilliant mind was already supplying her with reasons as to why that would be so, from trauma to mental strain.
Sighing again, she finished off her coffee and tossed the disposable cup into a trash can before she entered the dragon sanctuary through one of the smaller entrances. The chaotic, yet soothing melody of various dragon sounds met her, bringing a smile to her face.
Well, time to get to work!