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Post by shadowreine on Dec 27, 2012 19:32:31 GMT -5
Woruth was playing with his food again.
Loren turned her back on her dragon and tried her best to ignore the terrified cow he was chasing from pillar to post, although she did send, You realize that will make it tough, right, darling? to the dragon.
Perhaps that was the correct persuasion, for a moment later the blue pounced and made his kill, tearing out the soft underbelly.
Loren wondered if there had ever been a squeamish dragonrider and if so how quickly they had got over it. You couldn't be like that...they were darling creatures, but also top predators. She was glad she had been able to leave Lynn with a babysitter.
Oddly, the Weyr seemed to have no shortage of them. Soon, though...
Soon, she was taking her child and her dragon and getting out of here, with or without Faizah's specific permission.
All she needed was the coordinates. "That's the problem. Not knowing where to go." She didn't realize she had said it aloud, rather than silently to her dragon as she had intended.
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