| You enter a huge sandy cave, well-lit by lanterns and a roaring fire. Curled up in front of the fireplace - and totally dwarfing it - you see a massive black dragon, who hears you come in and fixes you with a curious gaze. "This is Licorice Rain," says Ripley from behind you. "Newly hatched. Can't believe it really, looking at the size of him. He's flying already and Chloe says one of us ought to have a go at learning to ride him... that's if the big guy doesn't mind, of course." The dragon gets to his feet and nuzzles Ripley's shoulder, nearly knocking her over. *I am willing... it all depends on whether you can take the altitude,* echoes a surprisingly deep voice in the back of your mind. "Cheek!" squeals Ripley, scratching the dark crest. "After I lumped all that wood up here for your fire, all you can manage is insults? Our friend here comes from Cevwyn Weyr - you can use the adoption tag below to visit - but he tells me black Dragons originated in the deserts and that's why they like warmth so much. Personally, I think he just likes to see me carrying things..." You notice a pair of wooden shutters set into the cave wall. "That's the way out," Ripley explains. "This place has always been a weyr as far as I can tell, and there's absolutely no way a Dragon this size is going to use the door like you and me!" |
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