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Rotatonth swerved, her wings powerful against the harsh winds of the sky. She flamed, but she was tiring. It was almost over, and she was tiring...

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Poecileth rallied, her belly full of firestone as she flamed into the sky, burning the last few dregs of Thread. Malta held on, focusing. This was when the most injuries could happen, right as hope was a mere breath away, right as people started to be careless...

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The little flit chittered as the thread began to dissipate, her strength was tiring and she was certainly ready to return to her craggy nest and relax. Fluttering close to the chubby green dragon, Poecileth, she hurred something and sent a mental nuzzle, before dropping like a fly and making a beeline for her rocky home. Feeling satisfied, the brave little golden creature would return to her nest among the shelter of her site and rest. She needed it after that battle.

Kalendol blinked her eyes and smiled up at Jamarin, but when his head touched her's, and his hand grasped hers, she felt her heart begin to race. Her cheeks brightened with a rosy hue and her teeth dug deep into her inner cheek until she tasted the iron endowed blood of her mouth. The seventeen turn old closed her eyes, enjoying the roughness of his hand, worn with work, touching her's. Surprisingly her hands were smoother then they'd once been, the constant oiling of Kynigoth's hide making them smooth to the touch. At least, more so then when she'd been a tanner.

"Being with you in the sky, will be pleasant." The young woman scoffed gently as she glanced up at him, "and I trust you." The sound of Kalendol's voice was little more then a whisper, a pledge from the heart. She trusted him to keep her safe, after all, this boy never seemed to break a promise.

Kynigoth blinked her faceted eyes, unphased by Langoneth's fangs of ichor. Rather, the pesky green creature scoffed, <He scares me not. With his bullying personality.> She challenged with a vocal grunt as her tail swished through the air in anger. The burning color burned into her golden eyes and took to swirling as she snapped towards the kitchen.

<Can you believe him, Atibonth?> The slightly smaller green chirped affectionately at her clutch-mate. Shaking her head swiftly, she lay her head on the floor of the kitchen once more and listened deeply to the goings on outside. Kynigoth rose to her feet a moment later and growled low, <The fight is over. They've won. No casualties it would seem.> She broadcast throughout the kitchen, not particularly caring if Langoneth did not appreciate her voice. 'Kyni, don't start a fight.'

<He started it. I am merely being a messenger.> Kynigoth swung her head towards Kalendol and sent her a small frown, <It is not my fault if a tunnelsnake has burrowed into his-->

'Kynigoth!' Kalendol gasped in horror, her voice coming in loud and clear to her little dragon. <What?! It's the truth! If he had a human's a**s he'd surely have a tunnel snake up there!> The dragon defended herself with a verbal huff as she pushed her shoulder into Atibonth's flank as though her blue brother would stop her rider's antagonist words. She was not in the wrong. Langoneth was a butt.