It wasn't a snowflake that appeared overhead. Though obviously high up in the sky, the dark form could only be a dragon, circling in to land. As the dark, muscular bronze backwinged, his rider sighed. Another cold, uneventful sweep, but not a wasted one. No exercise was ever truly a waste, no matter how futile it may seem. But the weather definitely wasn't making it enjoyable.
"Let me see about getting a warm cup of klah," L'del said as he unbuckled his straps and slid down his dragon's shoulder. "And I'll see about another jar of oil for you... Your second ridge is looking dry again."
It does itch, came the reply.
With a friendly slap to the bronze's foreleg, L'del strode into the lower caverns.
Yawning hugely, Helsinth considered going back up to his ledge to wait, but spotted a youngling nearby. Hmm, one of the hopefuls? Turning lightly whirling blue/green eyes in her direction, he considered her.
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