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Darlantan quietly bought his paws together and dipped his head over the grave, the great silver wurm giving a few hours of silence for the young half-drow. Her animal companion shuddered besides him, and set off with the a determined lope back to the exit from the underdark Dar had dug. "Fare thee well, Callistia." The silver whispered into the wind. The solemn moment over, he spread enormous argent wings and launched himself into the air with a cat like leap.
He flew for nearly half an hour, each huge wing-beat covering several miles. This high-up, above the clouds, there seemed to be nothing that could affect him...
The faint tang of another silver, not quite as old but still strong, pulled him from inward reflections. Darlantan dipped his wings, hurtling into a fast dive. He zoomed towards the ground, fanning his wings at a fifty mile altitude, and gently spiralled the rest of the way down, circling the other, smaller silver.
[ 02-01-2003, 04:01 PM: Message edited by: Kaltia ]
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