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Sha'e and Conoriath
"Is it as amazing to you as it is to me?" Sha'e asked his brother T'ane.

"What amazes me is that this brute of a brown of yours eats as much as he does!"

I heard that! I eat only as much as the other Browns! Do you expect me to peck at my food like your own dragon?

Don't bring me into this! Jus' leave me out of it!!
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"He's a charmer all right." Sha'e said. Laughing, they cleared out the weyr, and started on T'ane's weyrling barrack. The pair worked very well together, but the dragons had already gotten so different in size that they could no longer share a weyr.

"Look at that beautiful ocean," T'ane remarked, as they finished. Their ledges were adjoining, but both looked over the huge body of water that Talor Cliff rested upon. "When we learn to fly," he looked at his dragon, "we're going to get to fly over that."

"And into it, if Conor keeps up his feeding habits..." Sha'e muttered.

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Conoraith did indeed swoop with frequency into the water. He loved to fish, and seemed quite good at it. His blue brother on the other hand decided that his hide didn't much like the salty waters of the open sea, and prefered to swim in the high mountain lakes and caldera hotsprings best.

You do not like the cold, because your skin is so thin!

You are just thick headed!

Sha'e sighed. It was going to be one of those lifetimes...
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