Snippet #1735034

Kharygos's ears twitched when Riona asked to be put down. It was safe, and his foreleg was getting sore, anyway. He silently drifted down to earth and landed near Somnium. He gently set Riona down and crouched, wary of any other shifts in the ground. He agreed with Somnium; he hated earthquakes. Kharygos was already vulnerable on the ground, and the last thing he needed was to fall over.
Flying was so much better. He tensed as a smaller rumbling came and went, only lasting for a few seconds. His ruby red tail twitched and lashed as he slowly calmed down. He thought about what would happen if he were to be crushed, by the rocks. What a boring death.

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Tasarin tried to compare the scents with anything he knew. He, too, smelled dragon underneath the stench. Runes, he suggested. Dragon texts, as they are being imbued to stone. A sort of magic, perhaps?
His heartbeat sped up when the dragoness spoke of the scent of two dragons. It could be. Tasarin was uneasy. Even if it was the same two who attacked the young rider and dragon, should they investigate? Of course, he would gladly help gain Cedare and Ashwise's vengeance. But if there were only two dragons versus two more with riders.. something could go wrong. We could ask your son and see if he knows something.

It seemed that Tasarin would prefer the stealthier route rather than full-on confrontation.

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Ryan took a few steps inside the circle of seeds so that he could see what would happen. He wondered what might grow. Images of a mansion made of flowers went through his head, making him smile at such ridiculous thoughts. He could write a story about something like that, maybe. Only instead of seeds, there would be beans. Magical beans! And they grew into an enormous vine that would give access the sky. He zoned out, thinking of how he would start such a tale.

Meanwhile, Cedare had relaxed enough to speak again. I don't think I'll sleep again for a couple days.
She shook her head, then began removing leaves from the horns on her head. She lifted her paw to do it properly.
When she was done she stood up to move around - pacing. She eyed the place where the seeds had been put, waiting to see.