..thought.. -- Feasting Cavern

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Date Posted: 13:35:13 02/28/02 Thu
Author: Tamic � Nodae
Subject: ..thought..
In reply to: Tamic � Nodae 's message, "..relax.." on 16:38:33 02/26/02 Tue

He couldn't help watch the hatchling as it ate. So muscular and powerful. Golden eyes glinted at him and the growing hatchling pushed away his plate. It was sparkling clean, not a scrap of meat left. The dragon licked his lips and belched. Tamic was woken out of his thoughts by this and laughed.
"I thought dragons had manners!"
We do. Did you not know that burping after a meal assures your host it was satisfactory?
Tamic shook his head and looked out of the cavern and the light snow falling. Nodae stretches his wings, sunlight hitting the gold streak on his back, setting it alight and glittering on the cavern's floor. Tamic stood, pushing the chair aside and glanced down at his companion.
"Do you really want to go to the Hatching Grounds?"
Yes.
Tamic couldn't help stiffling a sigh. "Alright, but we're going to check out some of the sights on this island when you're not a hatchling anymore."
Agreed.
Tamic dusted off his pants, and secured his fur-lined cloak. When he reached into his pocket to get his other glove, his fingers stroked the fine blade hidden inside the folds of cloth. Memories swarmed back into his mind, but he shook them away. Tugging the gloove on he followed the red hatchling back toward the grounds.

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