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Brown Khalth There were already half a dozen mandies, the local flitters, that claimed Khynlieu by the time they got to the sands. If Dragonhope had a bunch of flitters they at least belonged to other people, and thankfully those people wanted their pets back before the group went out. Now, the mandies waited noisily in the nooks above the hatching sands, and occasionally one would drop down and paw at Khynlieu's hair, and fly back up. When the dusty-brown dragon that slunk his way around three other more brightly colored hatchlings came up to Khynlieu, eyes met eyes. Distantly, K'lieu heard his faire of flits chirping for him. They were happy. He was happier than he'd ever been. Khalth is my name, K'lieu. We will do great things. Greater than you know. "Will we now, well that's good to hear!" K'lieu laughed, "once we're trained and practiced, I'll be able to hunt with you. And I want ..." What do you want? Oh - I know what it is. You wish to go back to your home, and show them that they need not scramble in the dirt for their joy... *** Values and Goals Originally From: plainsland community Location size: bustling Location climate: rainy Searched: as a young child |