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| Mivi piered up at her green Naovith.The little green hatchling crooned as Mivi sighed, glancing over at Lopa. "She's got guys flocking to her, and I have no one." Don't worry, rider mine, Naovith crooned. Someone will find you a wonderful mate soon enough, but now, your main concern should be me. Mivi laughed, "You're right, love. I think you need to be oiled. Your wings are cracking." They itch, Naovith sighed simply. *** |
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