Whiskeries didn't relish being saddled, but when the promise of magma was involved, they endured the process. Orglawn had discovered the same principle applied to Meri -- dangle a whiskery romp, and her study ethic increased ten-fold.
After hours spent memorizing runes until they bled together on the page, Orglawn released her. She escaped out the passageway, whooping, and spotted her favorite immediately -- a dark scarlet, whose iridescent eyes held awareness deep within. In the throes of the upper gales, he'd throw back his head and wink his eyes shut, caught up in the magnificent freedom of flight.
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