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Bonded at Mountain Note Weyr
Den of... T'roy and Black/Grey Queth
With a few dozen hours of practice, Queth managed to fly for the first time!

I have it! I must work my wings harder, my rider. You are a big man, and I am still growing!

Laughing, T'roy scratched the black-grey behind his beautiful horns. "You are, you have yet to grow into these great horns of yours too!"

I like my horns! You said you liked them -- don't you like them any more!?

"Of course I do! They make you quite the fierce dragon, don't they?"

Oooh, I like fierce. What does fierce mean?

T'roy only laughed...
When it had been just over a year since their bonding, T'roy and Queth headed off to Alskyr for their new assignment. With the odd dragon being a welcome addition to the wings at the Protectorate, T'roy found himself at the top of a list of riders who would be leading attacks against the dreaded Ants and Rampage plants!

"You see? This is what dragons are made to do!" T'roy yelled, as Queth burnt a patch of Rampage to dust. They headed back into the sky, and soared back to the Protectorate isle.

Yes, but I like what you do with stone too. I like the way sunning stones warm up, too. Can we find one of those and sleep?

"Eat, sleep, eat sleep..." T'roy chuckled. "I've got work to do at the Isle, so yes, Queth, you can find your stone. Some time I will make you a nice basking stone closer to our den."

Thank you my rider! I will bathe and bask...
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