Dragons of Asgard 3 Logan Jacobs (book recommendations for teens .TXT) 📖

“Of course,” I told her. “You’re welcome to join us anytime.”

“I appreciate that,” she said. “I can have a carriage come around to take us there.”

“Do you think that would draw too much attention to us?” I asked. “I’m sure it’s not every day you ride around town with a carriage full of citizens for no apparent reason.”

The last thing I wanted to do was alert Odin of how the council was working with me to free the dragons.

“Mmm, I suppose you’re right.” Preyna nodded. “Perhaps it will be better if we walk.”

“Can’t Blar make us a portal?” Asta asked. “That way nobody has to see us leave at all.”

“Good idea.” I grinned at the white-haired elf girl and then turned to the little dragon on my shoulder. “What do you say? Can you make us a portal to Ramir’s?”

Blar rolled his eyes and nodded. This would be the third portal he’d made in the last hour, and I couldn’t blame him for being a little annoyed. Things like this were time sensitive, though, so it was better if we didn’t have to walk several miles across town to Ramir’s.

“Oh, it’s been quite a while since I’ve traveled through a portal,” Preyna chuckled as she made her way around the desk. “Let’s see if I recall how to do this.”

“You just step through,” Asta said, and she cocked her head to the side and smiled sweetly.

“Right.” Preyna stifled a laugh at the elf girl’s naivety of her joke.

“Blar?” I asked.

The little blue dragon huffed, but then he stood up on my shoulder and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, a small portal appeared. It grew to the correct size, but I noticed it took him a little bit longer than usual to get there, and I figured having to create so many portals today was probably wearing him out.

It was good practice for his ability, but I knew it was taking a lot of energy, and I was probably going to have to make him a pumpkin pie later to make up for it.

We all gripped hands and stepped through the portal onto the street just a few hundred yards away from Ramir’s shop.

“Thanks,” I told Blar, and I reached up to scratch under his chin.

The little dragon let out a small sigh and then laid his head down on my shoulder. His body was growing heavy, though, and it felt like he could barely hold onto my hip, so I pulled his back legs up and tossed them over my other shoulder.

“Someone’s tired, huh?” Kas chuckled and scratched between Blar’s horns. “We’ve asked a lot from him today.”

“We have,” I agreed. “He’s pretty wiped.”

“Once we get to Father’s, you can let him sleep on the couch,” she suggested.

“I’m sure he’ll like that,” I laughed.

It didn’t take long for us to get to Ramir’s, and as always, the bell chimed as we entered the shop.

“Father,” Kas called out. “We’re back.”

“Oh, Kaspyr,” Ramir said, and he came out from behind a nearby bookshelf. “Good to see you-- what is this?”

“What?” Kas asked, and she looked around in a panic.

“What have you done to poor Blar?” Ramir asked, and he reached up to pet the blue dragon slung over my shoulders.

Blar batted his eyes pitifully and let out a deep sigh.

“He’s fine,” I chuckled. “He’s just tired.”

“He needs something to eat, I’m sure,” Ramir said. “Come on, I’ll make you all some food. I worry about you eating when you’re out running around. Oh, and Preyna, good to see you again.”

“I wasn’t even sure he knew I was here,” the blonde sorceress laughed as we followed Ramir to the back.

“Things don’t get by Ramir that easily,” I told her with a grin.

“So, I presume there’s something else you need,” Ramir said as we entered his large study.

Blar hopped down from my shoulders and walked over to the large sofa by the roaring fireplace. Then he hopped up onto the piece of furniture, sprawled out on his back, and immediately started snoring.

Inger flew over to him and curled up on the opposite side of the couch while Uffe walked slowly to the fireplace and laid down in front of it.

I heard a small squeak, and I looked over to see Svass stand up and lean forward on Eira’s shoulder. The little yellow dragon looked at Blar, Inger, and Uffe and then turned back to Eira, as if to ask permission.

“Go ahead,” Eira chuckled and gestured to the room. “Find a place to sit.”

Svass looked back and forth between Eira and the dragons for a few more seconds, but then she ran down Eira’s body and scurried over to Uffe. She circled around him once before she laid by his front feet and put her head on his neck.

Uffe opened one eye to glance back at her, smiled, and then closed his eyes and let out a little sigh.

“Uh, yes,” I said, and I shook my head and turned back to Ramir. “There is something we need.”

“Yes?” the man asked as he sorted through a basket of vegetables.

“A man recently tried to bring an egg into Asgard,” Preyna said when she saw me pause.

I wasn’t sure how much it was okay to reveal to Ramir in front of the council member, so I was glad she decided to speak up.

“And by egg, I assume you mean one that didn’t come from a chicken,” the old man said, and he turned around to flash us a quick glance before going back to choosing vegetables for dinner.

“That’s right.” I nodded. “Preyna was able to find out the man came from Alfheim, but she doesn’t know where in the realm he came from.”

“Mmmm, I see,” Ramir said as he turned a