"Sapphire, I need your help," he said immediately. "In fact, we may need the help of every dragon you can find."
"What is so serious as to need that?" she asked.
"Val has raised an army of Goblinoids and Demons, my friend," he told her. "An army large enough to conquer everything on this side of the Desert of Swirling Sands." He blew out his breath. "And they've kidnapped Jasana."
"WHAT?" she demanded hotly.
"Demons working for Val attacked the Tower and took Jasana," he told her. "They've done it to force me to give them the Firestaff."
"We will see about that!" her voice was hot, almost infuriated. There was a long pause. "It is an attack on clan, Cyrus! Clan comes first! Tarrin, where are you now?"
"We're in the Tower. Our Goddess is organizing a massing of forces to face Val's army, but I'll be leaving soon to recover my daughter before the fighting makes it impossible for me to get to her."
"Where in the Tower?"
That question took him a little aback. "We're in a guest apartment," he replied. "Jesmind's was destroyed in the attack."
"What level? Which side?"
A little confused, he looked at the others. He honestly didn't know the answers to those questions. "Where are we?" he asked them.
"Ninth level, north side," Allia answered.
He repeated that to Sapphire dutifully. "Alright. Put the bell down, my little one, and back away from it. I'm coming right now."
Not sure what was going to happen, Tarrin put the bell on the floor and backed away from it. Mist grabbed Eron by the tail and dragged the curious cub away as they did the same, giving the little crystal bell a very wide berth. Jesmind looked at him in confusion, but he could only shrug and look at the bell. He had no idea what was going to happen either.
There was no sense of magical buildup, no hint or sign that it was coming. One second, she wasn't there, the next she was, standing over the little bell in her human form in a lovely violet brocade gown, a look of tightly controlled fury burning on her face. She looked around, then her eyes locked on the Were-cats. Eron scrambled behind Mist, seeking protection behind her legs, looking up at the angry dragon in fear and curiosity both.
Can anybody explain this?
MD