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Post by yankeegeek on Jul 19, 2009 16:22:08 GMT -5
R'van and Kemath had been here only a short time, but the pair were both already confident that the decision to transfer had been a good choice. In Benden, they had been one bronze pair of many, and while they were respected, they were also hemmed in by numbers and by tradition that had long since hardened into near-stagnation. Life needs change. Or, as Kemath might have put it, why have wings if you shun the heights? The new clutch and Candidates would need experienced riders and dragons. He'd not quite leapt at the chance, but near to it. Today, they'd hunted, and returned just before the midday heat. The Bowl was all but empty.
Feel like some fancier flying? he asked Kemath, checking the clouds overhead. They'd flown through storms before, but not by choice. He'd caught the restlessness emanating from his partner. Today was too fine a day for sitting still, he could certainly agree with that.
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