Arith

As Arith began his preparatory little run, Moreta did look back over her shoulder.

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The bronze took off as Arith hurtled across the plowed fields.

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When Bestrum gave me a heave to the dragon's back, I thumped into place behind M'barak's slight but straight body and hoped I didn't hurt Arith.

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Mercifully, M'barak was a tactful young man and said nothing as Arith glided past the desolate Hold.

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She bustled about with her drudges, organizing provisions for three more mouths as well as collecting three great apprentice blown glass jars, which M'barak and I had to arrange so as not to crack together on Arith.

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Arith rumbled a lot, though M'barak assured me that it didn't mean he was annoyed with his unusual burden.

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Arith executed a little run before he jumped skyward, then his fragile, looking, transparent wings took the first mighty sweep downward.

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Arith settled down in exactly the same spot the bronze had occupied.

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I was in the Hall, drinking klah and eating a quick breakfast of porridge when Desdra arrived on Arith.

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Just as I was sure I would suffocate, we were sunstruck again as Arith brought us by that unique draconic instinct to our destination.

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