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Calarlyth wasn't amused. So far he had been standing next to Skye, and when everyone ignored him, he walked over to the other end of the ship, at the prow. He was happy that no-one was paying him any attention, however. His dragonet murmured in his mind, "How long will it be until this is over?", Ary asked mournfully. "I don't know..." Cal whispered back, his eyes distant. The dragonet just nuzzled his master's neck, his nose tickling the elf slightly. Calarylth just smiled, somewhat sadly. He hoped the rest of the trip would not be like this...
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