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Banashe shouldered the pack holding her dragon's bathing tools. "Do you think you'll want to eat tomorrow?" The one-eyed brown sauntered his way down toward the lake beside his rider. Severith arched his neck. I think that sounds like a good idea. I'd like a couple of fat wherries. She brushed a few wispy hairs that had escaped her head band.
"Do you fancy hunting them or pulling from the stock?" Oh a hunt could be delightful. Severith hummed and arched his neck. Ugh, I think someone is using my favored spot. The teen peered ahead with a slight frown. They might be almost done, or we can ask them to move over.
The pair approached the water's edge. It was another brown dragon, and Banashe noted with a male rider. She tried not to wrinkle her nose. Same color, but with more prestige. It just wasn't darn fair! "Excuse me, will you be finished soon?"