"I'll fly where I like, Wyrmling! And a small crow is doubtless less conspicuous then the likes of you!"
The dragon snorted at this protest. As the skin-changer strode past her, she pushed forth her tail along the deck, and tripped the unsuspecting Bird, sending her sprawling most ungracefully.
Flying back to the mast-top, Angara called down to her. 'Fly where you like!? Humphhh! You can't even walk properly!'
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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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