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| "And P'lin said I'd never amount to anything," J'men laughed. "I'm a brownrider, and he's a bluerider." Don't get to cocky, J'men, Tyranith said. Omertith is a lot faster than I am. "But you're a brown, Tyranith. That's better than a lighting fast blue," J'men smiled. I guess you're right, J'men, but still, I don't like when you get so cocky, Tyranith sighed. "Why not, Ty? It's not like it's a bad thing," J'men laughed. "I bet my brother is so jelous." He has Omertith! Tyranith shouted. He could not be jelous of you because there is nothing to be jelous of! Taken back by the hatchling's repremand, J'men had to take a seat, "What did I do, Ty? What's wrong?" Just...don't be so cocky. Be the person I know you are on the inside, Tyranith sighed. J'men nodded slightly and smiled at Tyranith, "You're right. Besides, Omertith isn't all that bad." Continue... |
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