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"Let's go." Amiryllis says.
"Now, you two, you are about to see the cutest critters you've ever seen in your life!" Xerxes smiled.
"Now, I've got a few rules. First of all, you have to be very quiet around the babies, and you have to be careful, because, although they aren't as fragile as the eggs, they ARE the next generation af Majestic Weyr residents, and if one of them is harmed, needless to say, I'll take the blame, and my job will be passed on to some awful beast who doesn't care about the young one's futures!"
"O.K, geesh Xerks!" Amiryllis says, annoyed. "You don't have to get so dramatic."
"DON'T CALL ME 'XERKS'! O.K, we're within hearing range, be quiet."
You walk into a large cave. You see lots of pens, and LOTS of baby Dragons playing and frolicking every which way.
"Yeah, they're my kids!" Xerxes says, smiling. "Why don't you come and meet some?"
Incendo
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