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Date Posted: 22:47:37 12/17/06 Sun
Author: Mylanith & Talla
Subject: Oh geez, I'm sorry for leaving this for so long. -_-;;
In reply to: Mylanith & Talla 's message, "I, ah, may have run on a little long." on 23:07:54 08/29/06 Tue

((But now that I'm almost at winter break, I don't really have any more excuses. So here you go!))

Her mind and Talla's hazy with the rush of flight-lust, Mylanith powers off in a quick circuit of the Bowl, watching the males flock in with eager and assessing eyes. Catching sight of a couple of brown hides among the brighter bronze, she backwings in a dramatic recoil, a snarl of disgust ripping the air. Browns? Browns?! She may not be a big queen, but she's still more than gold enough that no brown will catch her! An affirming thought comes from below; they're not worthy of her. But there are bronzes enough to whet her pride and mend the injury against it, and Mylanith shrieks again in smug, contemptuous challenge. They won't have any easy time of it, either! She is great, powerful, glorious, beautiful, and no dragon that hasn't proved himself beyond any shadow of a doubt will get to so much as touch her hide, whatever his color might be.

That hide is glowing bright and vivid now. Each wingbeat Mylanith takes flashes, rays of sunlight reflected off the intensely metallic sheen it has taken on. Below her, Maeroth bugles, and her eyes spin with excitement. Shrieking challenge and elation, the gold veers away from the curve of her circle and takes off on a straight tangent, racing up and away towards the air high above the jungle. The flight is truly on!

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