Tawny twisted a strand of dyed-brown hair around her finger. The other half was black, both colours faded together in the middle, just like her Night Brown, Tironath. Firey in spirit, and wanting only to help others, Tawny and Tironath were very much the same. Which is why, Tawny figured, she had Impressed him.

"Tir! Come, wing exercises." Tawny looked around for her lifemate. She saw him a ways away, throwing rocks into the air and chasing them down, as if her were... fighting Thread?

"Tir! Is that a new trend? Snapping at stones?" Tironath looked up and she could feel his mental smile.

Hey, Tawn! Is that a new trend? Two-toned hair? Tawny grinned at the dragon's quick wit. He came up to her and nuzzled his nose into her chest. She hugged him around the neck.

"No, Tir, not yet. But you are such a trendsetter, everyone will be doing it soon." She hugged the dragon tighter, nearly bursting with pride.