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| I'm flying, Nya! The green dragon cried joyfully, swooping and diving recklessly in the air. Look! Nya! You have to look! "That's nice, Viriith. You have been for the last couple of turns, I don't see why this is any different." I don't know either! Viriith snapped back, careening through the mass of dragons. All I need now is to be able to chew firestone.... The dragon said wistfully, doing lazy loops. "You know you can't dear. Well, you could, but wouldn't you rather a beautiful clutch? Just another turn, maybe less, Viriith. Then you can chew firestone!" I'd rather chew firestone than have a clutch. The green decided, glaring at a blue weyrling practising with firestone. "Well, you're going to have a clutch, Viriy. Most green dragons do, anyway. Wouldn't you like to be a parent?" No. Nya sighed, going back to her needlework. "Fine, Viriith. But you can't chew firestone, just face it. And soon, you'll have your first flight!" |