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Post by ShadowReine on Feb 12, 2009 23:35:42 GMT -5
Gwen could not help but smile as she walked across the bowl. Tyrth had grown, although he remained smaller than the smallest green in the clutch, that being T'mar's Freyjath.
However, he was definitely on target to be large enough to carry her aloft, which was all she cared about. They had not reached that point yet, and the white dragon was sometimes next to, sometimes ahead of her, lumbering along the ground, with the occasional hop leap.
His translucent wings were something else again, slender and delicate appendages that were just right for him. "So well put together."
He might be the smallest dragon, but he was definitely the most handsome!
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