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Post by ShadowReine on Mar 3, 2011 19:21:32 GMT -5
Freyjath padded across the bowl, her wings furled. There was no immediate sign of T'mar, so perhaps the green dragon was just seeking a good sunning spot.
Dragons spent much of their time sunning. It was just how they were, and how they relaxed. However, she had spotted something else. One of the weyr canines, no more than a puppy, was padding along ahead of her. Either he was oblivious to the big dragon behind him or pretending to be so...
Oblivious that is, until he suddenly spun around, snapped at his tail, and then charged straight towards a dragon forepaw.
POUNCE!
Freyjath blinked in startlement, and looked down at the critter now sitting on her foot, clearly thinking he could by this means hold the dragon where he wanted her.
Well. he had her. What was he going to do with her?
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