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| Indera and Bronze Vareth's Weyr | |||||||||||||||||||
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| Back to the Candidate Page Impressed at Tarizal Weyr |
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| Yes, I know, this is a picture of Jon Stewart. He's cute, huh? Until I get a drawing of Indera scanned, you can enjoy his cute face... ;> Actually, he looks VERY much like Indera should... This background is by Myrror I think. |
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| Vareth had been the first to hatch, then, the first to fly. However, he did so without his rider Ind'ra! The big bronze lept into the air and flapped his hardest while the other weyrlings laughed -- Ind'ra standing there staring at his dragon as he flew up into the sky. "Well. That's pretty impressive, if you ask me," said the Weyrling master, wryly. "Nobody asked you," muttered Ind'ra, with a grin. You big beast! Get back here so I can put the harness on you properly! I do not want that thing! I am a perfect bronze, am I not? How can you think to mar my beauty with that ... thing!? Ind'ra's jaw slung open and he explained the situation to the weyrling master, who laughed heartily. He slapped the healer on the shoulder. "That's a bronze, my lad... That's a bronze all over!" |
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| "You are joking, aren't you?" Ind'ra said, as his great behemoth of a bronze shifted on his wide couch. I will fly her. She's very pretty. And you know I can fly very well. The dragon paused. And I can fly even better when you're not flopping around on my back! "Hey!" Ind'ra blurted. "I swear! You're ... Vareth, you're serious aren't you?" The gold of her hide is so ... shiny. So bright. I can hardly wait to chase her! Ind'ra rolled his eyes. "As long as the flight happens before... Well, you know. Before we 'go'." It will be sooner if I get there. I might just beat the competition before they even know what hit them! |
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