Tulë sat in the darkness and played the interchange between the man and the dragon over in his mind.
'They care for each other! That is good to see.' The hint of a smile creased his face. 'And Mithadan has the skill of osanwe! I should have guessed. It will make my plans for tomorrow easier to accomplish.'
He turned his thoughts back to the slow wheeling of the stars as they moved through this small section of the sky. 'Beautiful!' he thought. Watching them intently, he pushed that small, insistent thought of the West from his mind, for a while.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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