Words have never come easily to Slistalth, and the turns have never helped to loosen his tongue. Yet he can only admire Zygmuth, the way she twisted and turned. Her acrobatics were a delight, catching the stunning, whirling patterns of her lovely emerald hide. His words failed as he fell behind, but he gave a twist of his own, trilling softly, singing for her radiance.
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Echoes of Pern [Closed]
A Dragonriders of Pern B/C RP
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