DRAGONS
Even an invasion fleet of five hundred ships is not very impressive from three miles above, and the watcher was not impressed. This was because he was bigger and more powerful than any of the warships below.
Dravaud circled lazily on vast wings, reaching out with senses that even the most learned of human wizards could never understand. Something familiar was down there, its presence faint but distinct. It was as tiny as a spark, yet a spark could set an entire city ablaze.
The fleet was following a bank of fog the size of a province, and both were driven along by the same wind. A netting of enchantment, more finely spun than a spider’s web, bound the fog at its edges, and the right words of unbinding would dissolve the netting and disperse the fog.
By then it would be too late for the enemy.
The dragon continued to circle, maintaining his height while he decided on which ship to select. There was the hint of another dragon down there. Only an egg or a hatchling, just a hint of life that is more than life. Are the humans taking a dragon chick into battle? Why would they do that?