Vaquita had been moved to the town's local library, for there was no other place where she'd be able to get in or out and it wasn't considered an abomination to have a dragon in. The SeaWing curled up in the corner on a mountain of rugs, feeling alone without the safety of her pod.
The doors to the library creaked open, revealing that day had broken long ago and a single figure walking in. Vaquita recognized her as the scavenger who saved her life. The scavenger walked over and gently checked on her wounds and started chattering and gently prodding her. The scavenger stepped away, nodding, then walked out of the library.
Night had fallen and Vaquita knew that because the scavenger had returned, and this time, with a pile of fish. Vaquita's belly growled in response to the scent of fish and blood. The scavenger brought the fish over, in a large bowl that looked almost too large for her to carry. She set the bowl down and backed away. Vaquita stared at