The Dune Dragons' Weyr

The weyr you enter is an open one, more a ledge on a cliff face than a cavern in the mountain. Walls around it edges contain its floor of tons of sand, creating a sheltered desert on the face of the mountain. A slight overhang above you creates a shelter, keeping the wind out and the sand in away from the storms and rains that occur almost constantly at this altitude. Clouds drift outside and you can tell you are unbelievably high. You're glad you can't see past the fog at the lip of the ledge. You scan the ledge and see nothing but drifts and dunes. The dragons must be elsewhere, you think, feeding perhaps. Then the sand starts to move.....

Entire drifts lift up, shaking and crumbling until the ridged back of mettalic animals are exposed. The Dune Dragons lift themselves out of the sand and smell the air, feeling its wetness and disliking it. It is too early in the morning for them to wake up and the cuddle restlessly down into the sand again. Finally, they notice you as you try to beat a quick retreat.

"STOP!" the large copper dragon yells, lifting himself out of the sand again. "Who has sent you and what is your quest?" He glares at you and you manage to stammer that you are just a visitor. He color begins to darken and you become more and more worried.....

"Tenchi! Stop yourself! Don't harrass the little ones! This one is obviously just a tourist!" the large silver waddles toward you and looks you over, nose not three inches from you. You're shaking a little as she nudges you and you fall over your own feet into the sand, crab-walking away. "Oh! I'm sorry little one, did I frighten you? Please, allow me to introduce myself. I am Susami, a silver Dune Dragoness." She nods toward her quieted mate. "And *this* is Tenchi, my mate." She glares at him. "He really means no harm, he's just protective of our new home. It nicer here than the beach at the preserve in Africa....the sand is so much cleaner...but the mornings are awful! So much wet fog that we can't even stand to get up before ten o'clock in the morning! Oh, well....."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, PROTECTIVE!" the copper male belows....shaking some of the sand from the tops of the surounding dune just with the boom of his voice. An arguement commences, during which sand is thrown, swatted, pounded, pulverized, and swallowed by accident by you as you land face down in the dunes, scrambling to get out before you get buried alive!

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