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Post by M'kel on Jul 17, 2009 14:03:38 GMT -5
Having changed out of his candidate's robes, R'tivor sat on the edge of his bed, gazing at Aramunith. He was wearing a pale blue tunic, one of his few passably formal pieces of attire, and gnawing at his lip uncertainly. "Are you sure you want to go to the Hatching Feast?" he asked, for what was probably the tenth time since they'd arrived at the Candidate's Quarters. His trunks would be moved to the Weyrlings' Barracks tomorrow, no doubt, but he'd had to return here to change. "Because I can stay here with you if you're tired. Really, I..."
I want to come, R'tivor-mineheart! I'm not very tired yet. Besides, we can leave as soon as I start to get sleepy, can't we?
"Yes, of course we can!" he agreed quickly, nodding in emphasis. Aramunith gave him an amused look and then turned slightly towards the door, before looking back up at her new rider.
"Oh all right," he sighed, consenting at last. R'tivor stood and walked slowly out into the corridor, keeping beside Aramunith and shortening his steps considerably for her sake.
Mine, we're never going to get there at this rate!
"Ok, ok!" R'tivor was feeling a bit harried now, but not by his dragon, of course. He just didn't know what was best. She was so small and seemed so fragile. He didn't want to do anything that might upset or strain Ara unnecessarily!
You're sweet, mine-own.
R'tivor gaped for a moment before shutting his mouth abruptly. He'd forgotten that she could read his thoughts, all of his thoughts now. Well, unless he learned to shield someone. But did he really want to shield anything from her?
You can if you like. I really don't mind.
The new Weyrling burst out in a short laugh at that. He grinned down at his dragon. This would take some getting used to, but already he was loving every moment with this Ara. And she had a sense of humour to boot!
Finally, they arrived at the Lower Caverns. The drudges had been hard at work while the Hatching was proceeding, it seemed. Tables were already laid out with food, and the center of the room had been cleared for dancing. A couple of Harpers were even tuning instruments, it seemed. R'tivor flushed slightly at that, then quickly grabbed a plate and loaded it with some bread, tubers, and meat, before seeking an out-of-the-way place on the wall. He was so nervous, he was probably going to pounce on the first Weyrling he caught sight of! Aramunith, on the other hand, gazed around curiously and asked politely to sniff R'tivor's bread, which she promptly turned her nose up at.
Suddenly, a loud and triumphant warble filled the air, as Sprite came swooping in for a landing on hers' shoulder. Aramunith started with surprise and stumbled back a few steps, bumping into a stool and knocking it over.
"It's okay, Ara!" R'tivor cried, setting down his plate quickly to go soothe his green dragon. "Sprite, you shouldn't scare her like that!" he chided, brushing the flitter from his shoulder. She screeched indignantly and fluttered up to the table where he'd set his plate, promptly setting to work on his meat. R'tivor sighed, glancing between the two greens wearily. Ara still looked quite taken aback and a little frightened, while the green flitter was greedily chewing on his meat and refusing to look at the dragon. "I guess I'm going to have to make these introductions sooner than I'd expected..." the Weyrling murmured in resignation.
"Sprite!" he called, but the flitter wouldn't turn.
"All right then. Aramunith, this is Sprite. She's a fire lizard who's bonded to me, and she really is the sweetest thing. I guess she's just been used to having me all to herself for too long."
I can share...a little. Aramunith began hesitantly, looking up at her rider.
"Don't you worry about that. I'll have plenty of time for both of you, and you are my one, Ara. Sprite's all grown up and can take care of herself. She'll get used to my attention being diverted quickly enough."
Sprite thrashed her tail slightly, deigning to look at the little green before turning back to the meat.
Don't worry, little cousin. We can both love ours, and he will love both of us. Will that be okay?
R'tivor was surprised to hear his dragon bothering at all with such a nuisance-y little pest and was quite touched. Sprite also seemed surprised, and with a warm chirp, she glided, much more slowly, to land in front of Ara and touch noses gently. R'tivor grinned. Much better!
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Post by **Auria (etc)** on Jul 17, 2009 19:02:35 GMT -5
Well, the CandidateMaster told us that at Araelen, it's common for new Weyrlings to bring their dragons, those who aren't too sleepy, to the Feast, S'tar said, stroking the lovely moss-green head that rested in his lap.
Hatsheth had eaten herself stuffed, and was quietly content. She sighed as Hers' long fingers traced the delicate filigree-like lines of fern that wound down her neck and across her shoulders.
She was amazing. All S'tar really wanted to do, despite the rumbling in his empty belly, was sit here in the Weyrling Barracks and look at her. Never had he dreamed he would feel this loved, or this ... safe.
He had chosen an out of the way alcove for his bunk, one with a nicely green-hatchling sized dragon couch right up against the cot, so that, if he chose ... should Hatsheth need him, of course ... he could easily shift to be closer to her at night.
Well, then, the young green said, As it is Araelen tradition, and as your tummy continues to growl even louder than mine did when I first hatched, let us attend!
And suddenly the warm weight on his legs was gone, and she was striding with amazing grace for a newly hatched dragon out the door.
Hatsheth, wait, I'm not that--
Yes, you are. My rider must eat, and keep up his strength, if he is to care for me properly, yes?
Um, yes, I-- he caught her up, and rested a hand high on her neck as they strolled. I suppose I must.
They reached the Dining Hall, which was already filling with people, and looked around. Should he seek out some of his classmates ... her clutchmates? He'd really rather just find a quiet place alone.
If we are to fight beside my siblings, Hatsheth said, moving forward, her neck craned as she looked around the room, Perhaps you should at least strive to learn their names.
S'tar chuckled as he followed her. He was already learning that one didn't argue with Hatsheth once her mind was set.
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Post by Spiffy .th ! on Jul 18, 2009 6:05:03 GMT -5
(ooc: *inserts AC/DC, then switches to Republica* xD)
Ohhh, but the hatching was soo exciting! Katalyn was practically bubbling over with the multitudes of emotions that would anyone but her severely dizzy, but just made her hyperactive instead. "Oh come on Ozzy! Can we go now? Pleeeaaase?" All she got was a reproachful "don't call me that" look from her dragonet.
The hyper blonde knew that Osiryth knew exactly what she wanted, but was also beginning to learn that her dragonet could not be hurried, no matter how much she wanted to go and see all the other dragonets at the Feast and congratulate all the new riders and see all her friend and make sure they were all right and see if Remmekk had finally Impressed because she had had to leave before she found out and ooorgh, but Osiryth just wouldn't go. And after that she would have to visit L'kev in the infirmary and make sure his leg was ok and maybe bring him a bubbly pie or something to make him feel better.
The blue was, as usual, unperturbed.
Hmm, maybe we could go now. I feel as if I have digested sufficiently to get up now. Katalyn gave an exasperated sigh. But I shall need some sleep soon, Mine. Well let's go now then, before you fall asleep on me! With a final fling of her white robe into her chest (not caring that she wouldn't need it any more) and bounced over to the door of the barracks. Osiryth, seeing little alternative, rose and followed at a much more sedate pace.
You should slow down a little, Mine. You may trip over something in this darkness. In fact, I think I should go in front, I can see better than you can in this light. Kat huffed again, but settled to walk beside the small blue. Then, impulsively, she bent down and hugged him or what must have been the fifteenth time that evening. I'm sorry I keep trying to pull you everywhere, Ozzy. I'll be quick seeing everyone and then I shall let you sleep for as long as you want, and I won't let anyone wake you. The dragonet rumbled in response, showing his pleasure in his riders acceptance that she would learn to live with him even as he would learn to live with her... antics.
My clutchsisters are here, Osiryth warned His unnecessarily as she swanned in after him, almost completely ignoring the advice as she began a quick 360 degree scan of who was there and if she knew them. Already there were two other Weyrlings present, as she ran them through her mind. The lad with the darker green she didn't know at all, but the chap with the pastel green cutie she recalled as a friend of L'kev's so she made a beeline for him first.
"Hi!" she called out to him, grabbing his attention - hopefully - before poor Osiryth had even caught up on his unsteady legs. "You're Retivor, aren't you? Ooh sorry! I mean R'tivor now, right? Congratulations, by the way! What's her name? Mine's..." she made a quick scan, realised that Osiryth had not in fact caught up yet, but then reappeared beside her out of the small crown that had congealed behind her, "He's called Osiryth."
Greetings, Aramunith, piped Osiryth aside from his riders babbling. Excuse Mine, she's a little overcome with excitement. She means no harm.He felt it only proper to be polite to her and Hers, especially as His was being so forward with Hers. He knew by now that chastising her directly was pointless.
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Post by M'kel on Jul 20, 2009 16:28:12 GMT -5
With the drama of the first meeting between Aramunith and Sprite now passed, R'tivor gratefully snatched up his plate of food (though far lighter now that Sprite had done away with a fair share of his meat) and dug in. He was leaning against the wall, watching Sprite continue to poke and prod Ara all over, and chuckling at the green's amusement - That tickles! - when all three were startled out of their calm by the arrival of a girl bursting suddenly out of the crowd.
R'tivor jumped in surprise at her enthusiastic greeting, and a tuber rolled of his plate. Sprite recovered quickly from her surprise and lunged on the tuber, only to flutter up to land on R'tivor's shoulder in disgust upon discovering it wasn't meat. Aramunith, on the other hand, shied away, looking up at her rider for reassurance.
Before the lad could speak, however, a small but dark turquoise blue dragonet pushed his way through after his rider. Ah, well that explained why the girl knew him, although R'tivor felt infinitely ashamed for not knowing her name in return. It even comforted Aramunith, for a rider of her Clutchmate could be no threat, and the green dipped her head in response to Osiryth's greeting.
And good day to you, Osiryth. Or is it night now, I suppose? Aramunith replied shyly. She then continued in a tone of reassurance, No, really, it's quite all right. Yours is clearly very friendly. I don't mind. The green was a little hesitant and unsure of herself but otherwise warm in her response.
"Oh! Hi!" R'tivor replied to the other Weyrling, wracking his brain desperately for a name. She must have been a candidate with him, and she did look familiar. One couldn't forget such a bubbly personality, and he thought he had seen her around with... "Katalyn!" he added abruptly, with a faint smile. Yes, Katalyn, who was friends with L'kev. "Congratulations to you, and Osiryth is a very handsome dragon. I love his colouring!" R'tivor was quite taken with that startling turquoise hide.
It was rather ironic, he pondered to himself, that she was now a girl Impressed to a blue while he was a boy with a green... Both non-typical, gender-wise, Impressions, they were. And there was another lad meandering through the crowd, also with a green dragon. R'tivor waved his hand impulsively, then abruptly flushed and turned to Katalyn again, though watching to see if the other would notice and approach. "This is Aramunith. Isn't she wonderful?" He couldn't help but beam, reaching down to run a hand along her upraised snout for a moment. "I never thought I'd Impress. And it sure wasn't what I expected."
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Post by Journye on Jul 20, 2009 16:49:35 GMT -5
K'yan watched Herculith and couldn't help but smile at the drowsy bronze. He admired the "armor" markings on his bronze. Now that was going to take some getting used to on his part, for he had never thought he would be lucky enough to impress a bronze!
Why wouldn't I have chosen you mine? You and I will do much together,[/color] Herculith informed his rider matter of factly, but kindly. K'yan laughed softly and nodded, reaching down to rub the bronze's eye ridges. His stomach chose that moment to rumble almost as loudly as it had when he had felt Herculith's hunger.
Herculith looked up at his rider for a moment then stood, nudging K'yan in the stomach. Come mine. Let us go to this feast to celebrate the hatching of myself and my clutch siblings and get you fed. Do you not also have gifts for the rider of my mother and her clutch sister?[/color]
K'yan looked at his bronze in surprise for a moment then laughed, nodding. "Yes I do, thank you for reminding me Herculith. I had forgotten," he said as he stood from the bunk he had chosen in the weyrling barracks. He moved to his chest and carefully took out the two wooden dragon statues he had finished recently. He had found the perfect stain for the two as well. One was deeply stained with a dark golden sheen where as the other was stained lighter with a brighter sheen to it. He set them carefully onto the bed and changed into his gather finest. A pair of black breeches and a dark blue tunic. The blue in the tunic brought out the gray of his eyes with their ring of blue around the outer edge of the iris.
He combed his hair into a semblance of order and turned to smile at Herculith who was watching his rider quietly. K'yan turned to look at the small flit sleeping on the pillow of his cot. The fire lizard had hatched only a few days ago and was very clingy so K'yan didn't dare leave the little thing behind.
The flit was a deep, dusky royal blue in coloration that was certainly pleasing to the eye. K'yan thought he was small for the color he was, but he didn't know much about flits. His wings were large for his size and K'yan hoped he grew into them. He admired the lovely silver-toned swirls along the undersides of the blue's wings. He had named the blue Twilight. He was thankful that Herculith liked the little blue. He reached down and picked the little blue up who chirped sleepily, but gladly clambered up to K'yan's shoulder.
"Lets go Herculith!" he said cheerfully as he picked up the two wooden statues and the bronze followed his rider from the room.
They made their way to the place the feast was being held and looked around to see who was already there. K'yn smiled and waved to those already there then began looking around for the Weyrwoman and the Junior Weyrwoman so that he could give them the gifts he had made for them.
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Post by Skye on Jul 20, 2009 17:09:59 GMT -5
Riley was settled on the floor beside the bed Megrath had made for herself, content in simply watching the green as she relaxed. She brushed her hand lovingly along the long neck of her green. She smiled to herself as she looked over the beautiful coloration of Megrath's hide. She traced fingers along the darker, nearly black green covering the green's hide. "You are so beautiful Megrath," Riley whispered softly, fearing that if she spoke any louder she would cause this vision to disappear and she would wake up.
Megrath snorted and turned to look at Riley. Mine, you are awake and your Megrath isn't going anywhere. Now stop being silly and get ready for the feast. I can feel your hunger and I wish to visit with my clutch siblings,[/color] Megrath informed her rider, nuzzling Riley's hand to take some of the sting out of the words.
Riley nodded and stood, slipping out of her white robe. She changed into her finest gather dress, a dress dark green. She had gotten that dress because it made her deep, emerald green eyes with tawny, amber flecks in them stand out. But now, she adored the dress even more because it matched Megrath's hide. She was just thankful that her wardrobe had finally been delivered so that she could wear her fine dress.
She brushed out her hair and let it hang loose, falling to rest just between her shoulder blades in gentle curls. She turned to Megrath when she was done and smiled, watching the green stretch as she stood. She admired the long, sinewy body of her green. She thought Megrath's wings looked a little shorter then the others she had seen, but the green would surely grow into them.
Lace trilled softly as she settled upon Riley's shoulder. Megrath looked up at the fire lizard for a long moment then decided that the flit was welcome. Riley smiled and shook her head before following the green toward the feast.
Riley looked around at the people and their dragons that had already arrived and Megrath stood beside her person.
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Post by Spiffy .th ! on Jul 21, 2009 8:08:07 GMT -5
Osiryth sat and partially lidded his slowly revolving eyes, glad that Ara and Hers were not taking offense in His' antics this day. It certainly wouldn't do to get on bad terms with his clutchsiblings and theirs, or any other dragons for that matter. No, that wouldn't do, and he would make sure it wouldn't happen. If the worst came to the worst and Kat dropped them in it (which he was beginning to realise was more than likely) he could work out a way to get them out of it, afterall, he was good with people and dragons, that much he knew already.
Finally R'tivor noticed her and replied. He seemed to struggle wit her name, but she didn't mind that, after all, there were many candidates on the sands this day, and many names to remember. She did mind, however, the complement he payed to her wondrous dragonet, and beamed in childish delight. All well and good, for she was rather taken with Ara's colouration too, so light it was almost white, much like her hair, she mused. And Aramunith is most wonderful too, she said, her voice ever so slightly taking that patronising small child tone as she crouched to peer closer at the minty green, even going so far as to reach out her hand much as she did when meeting new runners. She really is the most wonderful colour, you know. So unusual, she's like snow, isn't she Ozzy? she said, turning her head to her dragonet. Osiryth opened his eyes and crooned in agreement. Much like you and I, he replied, though to his rider only. Ozzy agrees, she said, for the benefit of dragonet and rider, nodding emphatically.
At R'tivor's thoughtful confession Kat turned her attention fully back to him. Phooey, she scoffed, you wouldn't have been searched if you weren't going to Impress now, would you? she stated, rather matter-of-factly. Osiryth must be rubbing off on her after all. And you did Impress, we all did, all the candidates did Impress didn't they, Ozzy? she asked, not quite sure if there were more candidates than eggs but seeming to remember that there ere roughly the same amount. All that attended found theirs, Mine, like you said. She had just a moment to ponder what the dragonet could mean by his ambiguous statement, before dismissing it. Everyone she knew had Impressed and all the dragonets had found theirs, and that was all that mattered.
Glancing around for no reason she noted that the hall was filling up with others, including a couple more Weyrlings. Spotting Riley and her green she stifled a groan, she hadn't much liked that girl. Then it finally hit her. She had a dragon, but he was blue... and blues flew greens. Great, if Ozzy ever flew a green then she would be stuck with either another girl or a guy who was n all likelihood gay. That produced another thought in the formerly excitable girl. Would she really mind if Ozzy flew a green with a female rider? There had been no reason for her to think on it before, as there had been precious few others of her sex in the Beastcrafthall, and even fewer of Journeyman status as she was. And what if her flew one with a male rider? She turned a strange look on R'tivor, then looked away again, hopefully before he noticed. Would a gay rider mind her? Surely not, as Gaylen and C'lyn were managing perfectly well, they had even fostered little Rannell, a great relief for the many girls who he had previously been sharing the barracks with.
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Post by M'kel on Jul 23, 2009 14:38:21 GMT -5
((lol, Spiffy. You rock my socks.))
As R'tivor watched, Katalyn positively beamed in response to his complimentary statements regarding Osiryth. The lad was pleased and found himself beginning to quite enjoy the girl's company, for she was both cheerful and easy to get along with. Why, he was even starting to relax a bit and feel more comfortable with this new status!
When her bright-eyed gaze turned upon Aramunith, R'tivor felt his heart swell with pride. She was wonderful. He couldn't help but agree, and the new Weyrling was even more flattered by the fact that Katalyn sounded entirely genuine. Ara did have a remarkably coloured hide, and the lad was, himself, drinking it in as much as possible.
However, her next statement caused the lad to quirk a brow in surprise, and he immediately inquired, "Ozzy?" A moment later, the befuddlement left his brow, and R'tivor flushed slightly, grinning broadly. "Ohhh, short for Osiryth. I like that! Ozzy. What an adorable name!" He nodded along to his exclamations, appreciating the nickname greatly. "He doesn't mind it, does he? I know some dragons don't like being called anything but their full name. Luckily Ara hasn't called me on it yet…maybe she knows her name is just too long to say fully all of the time."
Aramunith, who had blossomed under Katalyn's warm greeting and proffered hand, turned to regard her rider with amusement in her whirling eyes. It doesn't matter what you call me, mine, for I know you'd love with me any name. Then, she turned back to Katalyn, dipping her head daintily and extending her neck for an eye ridge scratch. This one, Osiryth's, was very acceptable for a human! Almost as nice as her own, even, and Aramunith was quite willing to allow others to show her some affection. Although she looked up at Katalyn shyly, she wasn't going to be rude and hide behind hers all night!
R'tivor smiled at Ara's words, murmuring, "Of course I love you, my heart." At Katalyn's comments regarding his Impression, the lad shrugged slightly and cast his gaze down. "Yes, I suppose so, but I couldn't help but doubt it. After all, I never really believed that I would be someone a dragon would want, even if the Searchrider said so. The other Apprentices just said they like to stock the Hatchings so the dragonets have plenty of choice. And I also knew that some candidates need to wait through multiple Hatchings… I'm sure glad I didn't, though! That would have been agonizing." Then, he looked up, a little abashed by his long speech, and was surprised to realize that Katalyn was looking away and across the room. The look on her face had taken a drastic turn, for there was no amusement in her eyes as she regarded another new Weyrling across the room. R'tivor wondered what had created such animosity in such a bubbly individual. There had been very few negative interactions with other candidates for him, but then again, he had kept to himself a lot.
Then suddenly, she turned on him again with a strange look in her eyes, as if she was sizing him up. R'tivor straightened unconsciously at her scrutinizing gaze, immediately aware of all of his imperfections and wishing he could mask them. Just as quickly, however, the strange look passed from her eyes and Katalyn turned hastily away. R'tivor couldn't help but wonder if he had passed some kind of test, and indeed, what that test might be. The Weyrling's shoulders drooped, free of the weight of her scrutiny, and he took a slow breath. He really should get used to people taking his measure. After all, he was a dragonrider now, and everyone was inclined to scrutinize those controversial heroes of Pern to the nth degree.
R'tivor stuffed a tuber in his mouth, wishing to distract himself from those thoughts, and spoke in a garbled voice, "So, did ya tink you would Umpress blue?" Oh yeah, that was really the type of question he wanted to be asking. What if she turned the question on him!
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Post by thewicked on Jul 23, 2009 15:59:26 GMT -5
Delano had left his refuge out on the grassy slope in the Weyr's bowl and found himself in the Lower Cavern. He remained here for quite sometime, sipping on a nice cold klah and exploring it a bit more. He mostly ate at the stables for the convenience of his work. Delano watched now as the place started to become quite populated with new Weyrlings as well as many other Weyrfolk, all relieved that the Hatching had gone quite smoothly. A few candidates caught his attention, as they were the first arrivals, cooing over their new dragonets. Delano rolled his eyes in distaste. More of those creatures were going to add to the large population of dragons already at the Weyr. Delano's third klah was quickly running out. Perhaps it was a good time for him to leave, especially with all of those needy dragonets stumbling about. Something about them just turned Delano's stomach. Delano's green eyes locked on the girl with the white-blonde hair examining the young boy's minty green dragon. It was very odd that a boy had a green whilst the girl had a blue. Delano wasn't sure he'd ever seen that pairing before. But what did he care... the whole affair was a nuissance and he'd prefer to stay out of it as much as he could.
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Post by Tealah on Jul 24, 2009 17:15:43 GMT -5
"Matty pleeeease?" Niera begged, flopping down on her bed. The brown was curled up kitten-like on his couch, which was pulled right up against her bed. "It just wouldn't be the same to go without you there!" She'd been trying for the last several minutes to persuade Matiath that he should go to the feast with her. He in turn tried to assure her that she would be fine without him, if she wanted to go; he would much rather stay in bed now that he was in it.
"But I really want you to meet R'tivor," she groaned, dropping her head into her pillow. "He's really sweet, you'd like him," she added through the muffling feathers. The girl sat up again. "It would really mean a lot to me."
Matiath sighed, casting a regretful glance at the couch. All right, I'll go. He slowly, ever so slowly, slipped off the couch as though hoping that if he took long enough she'd change her mind. Little chance of that, though; as soon as he'd spoken she'd yipped happily and hopped off the bed. Matiath rumbled happily as she gave him a quick hug. Ah, maybe it would be worth it to go if it made her so happy.
Niera led the way into the dining hall, beaming at all and sundry. "Oh, hey, we should find the other weyrlings!" she declared, coming to a sudden stop so that Matiath almost collided with her. She glanced around, Matiath craning his head too, as if he could catch sight of someone from his height. Dancing floor, harpers, food... food! ... that could wait. OOO, there was R'tivor! And some other weyrling, a girl who'd Impressed to one of the blues. Niera bounced over to join them, Matiath trailing behind. Not far behind, though, he'd decided that if he was going to be moving somewhere he may as well get it done with.
"Retivor," she sang out. "Oops, er... R'tivor! Remember me?" She beamed happily at him. "I Impressed after all!" Matiath had come up to sit next to His, his snout nuzzling her hand affectionately as he did. "His name's Matiath, isn't he just the most adorable? Ooo, is that your dragon? She's beautiful! What's her name?" She beamed at the little green, too, and then turned to the other girl. "HI! I'm Niera, we haven't met I don't think. YOU'RE dragon is wonderful too!"
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