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Post by shadowreine on May 20, 2010 16:51:51 GMT -5
Aphrodie did not trust anyone right now. She could not even trust her fellow riders. She sat lightly on Geisteth's neck as the copper dragon made a slow circuit above the Weyr.
No dragon could go Between without first taking off and getting enough airspace, and nothing larger than a white or rainbow could, say, between straight into the Hatching grounds...and then it would be tremendously risky. She had heard that the first white rider had done it to return a stolen egg, but she would certainly not want to try.
Even if her dragon was larger than most of Allride's blues, albeit smaller than the browns. Just the right size, she thought.
The council would disagree. They would not accept a mutant female brown on the northern continent. That was fine.
Not being accepted, she could deal with. The attacks on the Weyr, she could not. So she watched...for as long as she could.
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