The majority of Raistlin's time had been spent either in the library, researching the darkest magics that he could locate, or out in the Forbidden Forest, where he could pratice without any absurd interruptions from the school or the insanity that seemed to permeate the walls of the place
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"An odd choice of outerwear given the time of year. How did you happen to come by something so rare?"
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She paused, politely, in her walk, and answered with her usual straightforwardness.
"It was a gift," she said. "After the bear attack, I feel safer with this than without it."
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The wizard coughed raggedly and continued in a low, harsh whisper. "It seems it would attract more attention than deter another onslaught."
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He would crouch, cat-like, as low to the ground as possible, perfectly still save for the rapid twitching of his tail tip which preceded a high leap into the air. His wings remained tightly folded back against his body as not to slow him down, and he would land several yards away, his forepaws cupping something in the grass. A peek at what he'd caught generally resulted in it flittering away, yelling shrilly, and the pouncing cycle would repeat.
There were pixies infesting the lawn, which had proved irresistible to the now-young dragon.
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His thin lips twisted in the faintest, barest, idea of a smile as the dragon pounced and captured another pixie who soon escaped in a burst of indignant light and chiming.
The deep blue-black shimmer of scales, and a familiar crest told Raistlin after a moment's consideration who he was observing. After all, there were few ancient black dragons that resided on the grounds of the school.
Mighty Ancalagon.. rendered young again.
Fascinating.
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