Snippet #1641678

Tasarin waved his tail. The morning was indeed pretty. He could go on for a day on how to properly appreciate nature in all her glory, but he found no one wanted to listen to him for a whole day. He didn't even want that.
He lowered himself down so Denna could climb onto his back. He took off, thinking perhaps he might find a stag so they could eat the morning meal. He found it annoying to have to search for his food every day, but then he preferred everything fresh. So he really couldn't complain.
Are you hungry? We can go to a berry patch not too far from here. There's bound to be a deer or two nearby, he asked cheerfully.

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Ryan rubbed his eyes tiredly. Finally.. finally he'd finished that ridiculous, cruel, horrible.. wonderful book. He'd stayed up the majority of the night to read it. It was written by a human. A rare articulate one too. Gaiamat had texts from many races and people, all of whom had a beautifully detailed story to tell. Not all of them could write, though. It was easier to tell stories than write them..
Which was, regrettably, why so much of his village's interesting culture had been lost through the times.

He closed the cover delicately, staring down at it with a pleased smile. There was in imprint of a bird grasping a flower on it. Ryan stood up and stretched his legs; he felt like he had been a part of the chair for a while now. His eyes wandered around his room. There was little sign he was staying here, besides the disturbed bed covers and the small piles of books on the desk. Like he'd promised, he read to Gaiamat almost every night, just as intrigued by the story as her. He felt very close to the dragoness. He'd learned much from her during his time here.

He left his room to find he, passing the library and various other rooms. As he walked, he heard and saw the gnomes as they bustled past, coming and leaving through walls.
He was more comfortable around them, and he assumed they were used to his presence now.

He finally found her in the room he called "the treasure room", even though it contined mostly jewels. Some of which he'd never seen before.. everything in her home continued to amaze him.
"Morning," he greeted her as a child would greet a friend.

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Cedare opened one golden eye to a slit, to check for anyone dangerous. Ah, it was Ashwise!
It still amused her that even though he wad much older than she, Cedare was taller than he was. And she still looked up to him in the sense that he was a parent.
Of courses, there was no one she related more to than Gaiamat. The two were the only female dragonesses here, and it was nice to chat with her. Cedare loved to be around Gaiamat when she wasn't talking with Ashwise or Matty, bothering Corinn or learning more of the human language with Ryan.

She uncurled herself and lay on her side on the large, poofy cushion that she liked to sleep on. When she stretched her limbs, wings and neck, she purred delightfully and rolled over.

It was no surprise to find that Ashwise was writing. Cedare saw him writing often, but never knew exactly what. It made her curious but she never bothered to intrude.
She kept making the soft,humming sound and flicking the tip her tail, watching him in silence.