The Dragon Weyrs
BLIZZARD LEDGE
You step through the blackness of the opening into a darkened hallway, lit only by blue glowing veins of rock. Stairs stretch upward before you into the unknown. One step after the other you move upward, the air growing colder and colder as it wafts down the stairwell to you. The wind sounds grow louder...you must be closer to the end than you thought. It isn't too unbearably cold...at least not until you reach the Ledge itself...
Cold air blasts across you as you move through the doorway into white light. A snow ledge awaits you, its white surface untouched by any footprints except for a small path of broken snow along the wall of the Ledge. You look about tha large space shaded and protected by an overhang of granite. About 100 feet away, the Ledge drops sharply off into goodness knows what. It could be miles down...you don't want to think about it.
Curious, you follow the path of broken snow, wading through an icy foot of covering in spot where the footsteps are less frequent. About halfway to your destination, you spy a heap of what looks like flannel covers forming a slightly-frosted mound against the wall. Curiousity again taking hold, you gently unfold the layers of cloth until you reach the warmer center. You unfold the cloth completely and...there's nothing there!
"I'm over here, travelor!"
You whirl at the airy voice from out of no where and see a golden creature resting against a large snowdrift, lounging lazily and seeming completely confortable in the icy winds...
You watch the creature as she examines herself in the refective ice along the walls of tha cavern, then takes a step toward you, turning about, making her skin gleam prettily. A Blizzard, you finally recognize the species...and Gold too! A Royal Gold Blizzard - the rarest of the domesticated Blizzards. You carefully reach out to tough the creature gleaming ivory wings and she whirls, snapping at you.
"Don't touch!!" Flustered, she smoothes er wings daintily. "I just had my skin oiled today and my feathers waxed, so don't you go and touch and mess them up!" She goes back to lounging, talking more on her new home. "Do you like my Ledge, travelor. It was built especially for me!" she seems very proud of this fact. It is perfect, the snow almost untouched! And below is the Feeding Grounds where I can get all I need to eat!" She makes a face. "But I would never kill meat for myself. Uck! How horrid! There are others to do such things for me....."
Gender: Female Age: Adult Species: Dragon Type: Blizzard Rank: Gold - Royal Sire: Unknown Dame: Unknown Mate: None Offspring: None Origin: Blizzard Tundra Hatchling Pic! |
You take in the beauty of the setting one last time as the prissy gold continue talking...and talking.... before vowing to defintely not return to visit the young creature at any time in the near future. Slowly you turn, careful not to slip on the thick crusting of ice, and make your way quickely back past the resting hatchling to the mouth of the exit. One final glance and you take the first steps down the dark passge toward the Dragon Weyrs' Lobby. Does she even realize you're gone? Probably not....you snicker and keep on walking..... |
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