| Morning Star Weyr |
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| Kaylee sighed, smiling as she examined Kalistath's wing markings, "A beautiful sunset. Just like the one I saw the day we were searched." Yep, that's why I was meant for you, Kalistath sighed. My muzzle itches, love. "What can I do?" Kaylee asked, scratching her nose. "Oil?" One of the older rider sighed, handing Kaylee a vial of animal oil. "What's it for?" Kaylee asked. "Taking care of the itch your dragon has," The rider laughed, pointing to Kaylee's nose. "I'm assuming the muzzle." |
| Kaylee smiled and thanked the rider as she smeared the oil on Kalistath's muzzle, "Feel better, love?" Much, Kalistath sighed, laying her head on Kaylee's lap. *** |
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| Continue... Ryslen Weyr |
| Kaylee grinned at Kalistath as the Weyrling flexed her wing muscles, I'm ready to fly, Kay. I'm ready to soar in the air. Can I? Can I? |