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As always when she fought Thread, Torene felt the excitemen knot in her belly, felt the surge of adrenalin in her blood. Then the nearer wings went into action:flame sprouted red-orange, caught, and Thread burned into blackness. A dragon screamed, and instantly Alaranth identified the beast: Siwift, P'ter's blue. Siwith's right wing had been shredded. Unable to sustain flight, he was managing no more than a downward spiral. As Torene laid herself flat against her queen's neck, Alaranth slipped up under the falling blue, matching his downward speed and then coming up under his smaller body, holding it along her spine. Torene could feel Siwith's hot,pungent breath on her back and hoped she wasn't going to lose another riding suit from scorching. |
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