Angara flew to the top of the mast and watched the waves break against the side of the ship.
She was stewing in her own sulphurous juices, so to speak, and wanted to catch a cool sea breeze. 'I wonder how far they'll get, before they realize they need my help.', she mused, picking her teeth in a delicate but decidedly unladylike fashion with a claw. 'We'll see . . .'.
Don't be so stubborn! prodded Pio.
You are hardly the one to remonstrate with me, Elf! snapped Angara, in response.
Idril laughed. She's got you there, Pio! Best to leave a dragon to her own devices. They often savor grudges for a long while, and only come round in their own time
Angara gave another Hmmmmphhhh!!! and flew down to the deck.
[ June 28, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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