“So Melinda is taking an interest in him as well,” Flynn said, thoughtfully.
“Only peripherally,” George said. “I think her main interest was in his sister. The point is, they stopped him cold. Not bad for a pair of effectively untrained dragons.”
“I see.” Flynn nodded. “Anything else?”
“More rumors than anything confirmed,” George said. “It was being bantered about in hushed tones that he’s somehow formed an alliance with the spirit of a deceased voodoo queen. That’s something I’ve never heard of another dragon doing. I’ve also heard that he’s somehow in touch with some of the Eastern dragons.”
“The Eastern dragons,” Flynn said, suddenly attentive. “What sort of connection does he have there?”
“Nothing definite,” George said. “He has a girlfriend who followed him down from college and supposedly is somehow tied in to the Easterns. It’s my guess that they’re curious and keeping an eye on him . . . rather like you are.”
“All that in a few months,” Flynn said. “And you don’t see him as an immediate threat to me?”
George hesitated.
“Basically, I don’t see him as having any motivation to come after you,” he said, slowly. “Perhaps if you would share with me what your specific concern is, I could appraise the situation more accurately.”
It was Flynn’s turn to be silent for several moments.
“You claim to know dragons,” he said at last. “In your research, have you come across anything regarding a prophecy?”
George blinked, then shrugged.
“Just some old tale about there arising a near-full-blood dragon who would unite the various dragon factions into one powerful force. Is that the one you’re thinking of?”
“Something like that.” Flynn waved. “I just find myself wondering if some of the appeal that young Griffen is experiencing is from other dragons wondering if he’s the one from the prophecy.”
“I doubt it,” George said. “Almost every culture has some variation of a savior legend, someone who will either appear or return to put things right. While it’s reassuring, I don’t think there are any who take it seriously.”