The Braveheart Dragons' Weyr

"Kyal, wanderer!" cries a shiny gold dragoness as you enter a large cavern. She is not a large dragon, but she is more than four times your size and the biggest of the dragons in the cavern. The three others pay you little mind other than to follow your motion with their glowing eyes. The gold steps carefully around here lazing kin and lumbers toward you, reaching and shaking you hand. "I am the gold dragoness Shilv'mra," she lilts, breaking off the handshake and leading you in to the group of dragons. Her stomach rumbles loudly. "Oh, you'll have to excuse my stomach, we were just about to go out to the feeding grounds. Care to join us? Th bulls are fattening nicely?" You shake your head quickely. "Oh, well suit yourself. And don't mind my apathetic friends here - your visit was unexpected and they are hungry...and grouchy! This is my mate, Malen'mreth," she motions to a large bronze dragon sitting in the center of the slate floor. He nods and grumbles along with his stomach. Two other dragons, anothe mated pair, lay a little ways off, snatching flies off one another and grumbling like the bronze. Shilv'mra introduces the silver dragoness as Sival'mra, her sister, and hre red mate as the ever-grumpy Ron'mereth. She bids you farewell and flies out the door and down the hall toward the feeding ground proper, followed eagerly by three other hungry dragons and leaving you with nothing but an empty weyr to look at!