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Post by ShadowReine on Apr 17, 2009 20:54:40 GMT -5
The tan dragon that laid along the ledge had one forefoot hanging off the edge, the wing on that side drooping. Apolloth was not moving, not right now. Instead, he watched the bowl below.
It was not one of the highest weyrs. There was a general tendency for them to shrink in size as one went up in the bowl and the tan, of course, had been allotted one that was probably, before the new colors showed up, occupied by a rather junior bronzerider.
B'can stepped out onto the ledge. This was awesome. So much space...he honestly had no clue what to do with it. It was a luxury that he had never experienced before...and a perk of being a dragonrider he had honestly not considered.
The real problem he had was...how the heck did he furnish such space? Guess was perched on his shoulder, Stare had taken a position on Apolloth's head, looking like an extra, green headknob.
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