Thaliawen
Things had quieted down. The eggs were hardening and candidates were waiting. Killakeeth lay curled on the sands nearby her eggs. Unfortunately there was no one around to keep her company. Her rider was off doing her own things for the moment. She knew the answer though.
Mari my dear, are you busy? Killakeeth called to a familiar person. Her talons dug into the sand while she waited for a reply. She had an unusual fondness for the candidate.
