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Location: Weyr Bowl
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Characters: Hannibal Smith, silver Morath, blue Mago (fire lizard)
Hannibal sat on a rock, enjoying the sunlight, watching his dragon--and what a strange but wonderful concept that was, his dragon--in the bathing pools. The young dragon was washing with understated enjoyment, especially compared to the enthusiastic cavorting of his fire lizard companion. The two seemed to get on relatively well, which made Hannibal happy. Morath showed great patience with the silly little thing.
He is just a baby.
He's older than you, Hannibal pointed out, wondering if he'd have any privacy in his head, but not being too concerned over it.
I am yours. You are mine. What need is there? Morath spread his wings, shedding water droplets. I enjoy your thoughts.
"I enjoy yours, too," Hannibal said aloud with a fond smile.
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Characters: Hannibal Smith, silver Morath, blue Mago (fire lizard)
Hannibal sat on a rock, enjoying the sunlight, watching his dragon--and what a strange but wonderful concept that was, his dragon--in the bathing pools. The young dragon was washing with understated enjoyment, especially compared to the enthusiastic cavorting of his fire lizard companion. The two seemed to get on relatively well, which made Hannibal happy. Morath showed great patience with the silly little thing.
He is just a baby.
He's older than you, Hannibal pointed out, wondering if he'd have any privacy in his head, but not being too concerned over it.
I am yours. You are mine. What need is there? Morath spread his wings, shedding water droplets. I enjoy your thoughts.
"I enjoy yours, too," Hannibal said aloud with a fond smile.