Kizelth clutched her prize crate closer to her chest and thanked Faranth Sarath did not fly after them. The prospect of a high-stakes chase was exhilarating, true, but the green doubted she could out fly the older dragon with such a heavy burden in her claws.
[color=6CBB3C] They are threatening to turn us in, [/color] Kizelth informed her rider with a disgruntled snort, veering eastward. [color=6CBB3C] I figured theyd tattle. Spineless shaffits. [/color]
What do we care? Weve got what we wanted! Well hide the crate and never tell them where it is, no matter how much punishment they pile on us.
The large green dipped her head in agreement, but had an idea of her own. [color=6CBB3C] Id think twice about reporting us, Sarath. See, mine is an excellent liar. It would be a shame if she was forced to tell the tale how you and your rider forced us to do your bidding. How Nvor assaulted her while you held me down. [/color] Kizelth purred, delighted with her devious threat. [color=6CBB3C] If we go down, youre coming with us. [/color]
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