Post by Feline Protector on Mar 8, 2004 14:10:57 GMT -5
The room was smallish, nothing fancy in it, a homemade quilt that she had brought from her old decorated her bed, but that was it, besides the jars of Flitt Oil. She was sitting on her bed, talking to her dragon. 'You set me up.' Did I? Asked Finnath, her tone filled with laughter at her rider's accusitory tone. You don't seem to be that worse for the experiance. 'You don't understand, what happens when you rise and he dosn't Fly you? Where are we then?' Finnath looked smug. What makes you think that there are any other Dragons that are able to fly? Not many. Ruvna sighed, giving up trying to talk Finnath.