6.49 - Quindalias
There was nothing quite like being at ground-zero for a pressure still explosion. Theo dusted himself off after standing right next to one of Throk’s pressure stills after it blew up. At least he was within the Dreamwalk, immune to injuries. But he had only added the alchemical residue to the container, nothing else. The combination of heat and pressure was enough to set it off. At least he could use the iron paddles a few times before throwing them away… as long as he scraped the junk off of them first.
Boiling the residue only made it burn to the bottom of the pan. When Theo thought he was onto something with an idea about binding the residue with another element, the Dreamwalk blocked his progress. He jumped when Tresk snuck up behind him, stabbing him in the back.
“Not fast enough, baby!” she shouted. “We gotta get up.”
“Oh. Right. The dragon,” Theo said, nodding. “Is there enough room on Alex for me?”
“I am powerful,” Alex said, her forepaws flopping around. They weren’t quite like that of a dragon’s legs yet. But they were getting there. Slowly.
“You are very powerful,” Theo said. “What time is it, anyway?”
“I dunno about an hour before dawn,” Tresk said. “Still looks dark out there, ya know?”
“We should get going,” Theo said. “There’s gonna be a fight and a turtle at the wedding. Can’t miss the turtle.”
“I love the turtle wrastlin’.”