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Post by Drgnwlf71 on Feb 6, 2010 12:33:31 GMT -5
Diragyth appeared out the frigid of /between/. Sh'vian shook off the cold. Ice was still on the green's snout and it melted as soon as it hit the warmth of the sun.
I'll never get used to that. Look. We're here! Wow. It doesn't look like much. Hm..they have a lake. Great! Sh'vian said, happily.
Mine, they are probably still recovering from that hurricane you heard about from those Traders. Diragyth replied.
Oh, see here. It looks like we just missed a hatching. Let them know we are here, love. She saw a new dragon just emerge from the Hatching Sands.
Very good. Diragyth bugled a greeting to the new Weyrlings and to all who heard.
We'll be here of the Feast at least. Sh'vian was a singer and she loved to perform in front of people. She was an aspiring one, not yet discovered. This might be a way to get discovered. Take us closer, love. Excite them. Then we shall meet the Weyrwoman.
Diragyth swooped in for a closer look. She was inches from the ground.
Slow down, love. I need to get off if you are going to do what I think you are.
Diragyth slowed as she jumped off. She pulled up in a twist into a barrel roll. Then she dove into the lake. Seconds later, she emerged form the water, roaring loudly. Diragyth loved to entertain a crowd. She whooshed past some of the newly Impressed and pulled up again and circled the Weyr once more awaiting for an answer to come.
Two entertainers, one that loved to sing; the other loved to do acrobatics in the air.
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