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“Through that tunnel,” Caswir directs, stroking her wings lazily as you move toward the exit. “Celwyddaur should be lurking over there. He’s a pushover for calves, and he couldn’t bear it if they hatched and he wasn’t there.” Celwyddaur is another seadragon, aqua as promised, and even bigger than Caswir. He takes one look at you and drops his jaw in a dragon laugh. “Good day,” he greets, when he can speak again, “and welcome to Agendor Cove.” The aqua giant nods amiably as you thank him, and gestures to the leathery tops of several eggs poking out of Agendor’s gray-green sands. “These are Tomat and Ezust's eggs. ” Celwyddaur gives you a sidelong look. “There are ten lovely eggs here, right now. We seek five bonders of good standing. We seek those who love, or at least, do not hate, Agendor’s chill and the dangerous waters they must call home. It will be their choice to stay or go, but we have few humans about, as of yet.” He sighs gustily. “Here on Gwynllaith, the seadragons are the key to human survival. If it were not for us, the human ships would be as fleeting as air bubbles, splintered against iceburgs, or caught in the fierce currents off the peninsular coast. Thus, we have taken it upon ourselves to see that more humans bond to our young.” The aqua male closes his eyes. “Seadragons have grown fond of humans. Even I, who chose Nerthol late in life, cannot imagine living without him, or going a day without the services we render them. Without these tasks, we would drift without purpose in Agendor’s depths. We can do little for the land creatures. Certainly, we have few T-powers of our own, and the Ants and rampage plants do not bother us here.” Snorting and shaking his head, Celwyddaur jolts himself out of his musings. Watching you with keen, old eyes, the aqua seadragon dips his head into the water. “Perhaps you should visit Kelar, after all,” he murmurs, in quite a different tone. “Ask for her. Her bond, her human is Luthe, Luthe of yellow Kelar.” He dives beneath the shallow waters of this tiny, protected beachlet in clear dismissal. You notice several crystal-shard shaped pieces of cut stone sticking out of the sand. The same dreary gray as the rest of Gwynllaith, the standing stones support a long wooden rod with a scroll of waterproof paper wound about its middle. Read the scroll Go find Kelar Return to the Docking Cavern |
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