Snippet #1643592

Kharygos yawned,sending tendrils of smoke wisping from his nostrils. I assume your flight went well? he asked.
He had learned to tolerate, if not enjoy the company of the young dragoness and her Rider. He had never met a spirit dragon, much less a nightmare one. It was intereting to observe her.
And Flynn had a personality somewhat similar to his own, which amused him.
But honestly he preferred the company of Riona.
She wasn't here at the moment, as Kharygos had left to find something to hunt. He had already eaten, and would most likely return to her soon, and see what she wanted to do that day.

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Ryan's smile faded a little when he heard a crack come from one of Gaiamat's legs, but cheered up significantly when he heard they were going for a fly. Good - he worried that maybe she wasn't flying so often. As much as Ryan was learning about dragons, he still didn't know those small details. He'd get them through experience, he was sure.

"Excellent. I'll be back in a few minutes!" He turned and moved at a slight jog back to his room. His armor was there, hanging, waiting for him. It was without a fault and beautifully crafted. Much better than what the men of the metalworkers could do back at his village.

He put everything on and then laughed. He looked so much more.. older and more powerful with this on. The helmet that Reggengred made was his favorite piece, though. It was perfect, and he liked the way it made him look. Not too large, or making him look ridiculous with spikes that barbarians often wore. Nor thin like a piece of tin. It made him look brave.

But a piece of armor does not define the man, as he'd read, the man defines what he wore. Which is what he planned to do. He left his room once again, walking with a little more difficulty with the extra weight. As an afterthought he took Luminwing with him, in its sheathe and strapped to his waist. He felt more comfortable with the sword than before.

He had apparently taken a wrong turn..
"I never learn," he sighed, trying to find his way back. He'd never seen this part of the stone complex before, but didn't feel like hanging around. Ryan went back. He saw Matty walking past several feet away and then disappear. He might be going to see Corinn...
Recognizing where he was, he quickly found his way back to the entrance chamber. It was cool here with the air coming in and the sound of faint water. He waited before going to find Gaiamat, or her finding him.

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Tasarin angled downwards so that the noise of the winds died down, and he was brushing over the treetops once more. His scales glinted in the morning light, reflecting like obsidian. Dawn and dusk were his favorite times of the day.. the black dragon did not care for the heat. Night was short with the multiple planets around them, so he mainly stayed in his den for the majority of the day.
A flock of brown and white birds soared above him, arguing about food or something or other. They were often like this. But when the birds actually made sense, it was worth listening to.

The unmistakable scent of small, white, blooming flowers and mint leaves and sweet berries was becoming more pungent in this area as he flew. He looked for an opening that presented itself. There wasn't a clearing, so he batted his wings while hovering. The leaves surrendered to the wind and he landed softly. The trees were thick, but the undergrowth was easily traversable.
There are small berry patches all around here. I perfer to roam around and enjoy the ripest of everything. Just be careful not to touch the round, completely black berries. They're poisonous.
He dropped down to let her off of his back.
He could smell Qel'dar berries directly to his right. They were a bright purple with orange insides, and tasted of honey. Perhaps he would go to taste those first.

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Cedare blinked once. Sometimes. I dream of chasing birds or finding jewels. But I just dreamed that I was swimming in a large pool of glowing water. Gaiamat was there, and you.
She looked at him and then drew herself up, rubbing the smooth, side part of her head against his hand.
What do humans dream of?