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Due to the recent closing of Dark Moon Weyr, and the fact that I never got an adult stage, Vroth's adult image was given to me by Drakiera of Calyeni Caverns, which inherited the Dark Moon adult images. Thanks Drakiera!!!!!! ^____________^
Talia sighed and rotated her shoulder blades as she sank into the welcoming embrace of her favorite armchair. Out in the weyr, Vroth sank down onto her stone couch in a larger imatation of her exhausted rider. They had been doing messenger errands for the last two sevendays, Vroth, being lighter in both color and weight was the fastest dragon at Fire Ridge, and Talia, being young and rather softspoken was given the job of bringing classified messages to and from the Weyrwoman and her colleagues on Eien and in other Weyrs. Though Talia didn't know exactly what the messages contained, judgeing from some of her recipients, this might mean war.
I don't think it means war Talia, at least not for Pern, the old gold dragon that is in charge of the newtling dragons from Eien told me it is for his kind, not ours. Pern is just a safe place to raise young dragons and riders, and get practice fighting an enemy not quite as deadly as those shadow dragons. Vroth said, anger and disbelief touching her mindvoice as she recalled one brief incident they had had with one of those dark dragons. Like most pernese dragons, Vroth hadn't believed that evil dragons existed, raised in a unity of kind, she had been, to say the least, shocked. "My dear green, I found that as tough to believe as you did, I'm just glad that red and her rider were their to lead them off while we delivered our message to the High Council." Vroth snorted and Talia felt her energetic dragon slowly giving in the the calming silence of sleep. Sleep my love, we both deserve a breather. She said, sending a soothing mental caress to her dragon before droping off herself.
Daylight found them at the feeding grounds, Talia, long handled brush in hand, was scrubbing Vroth, while the light green was angleing her head coquettishly at a blue and brown. Talia sighed, still thinking her dragon was too young to fly, never noticing the orangey red the greens eyes were whirling...
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