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Zorion was the first to react out of the 'clanless' dragons, whizzing over to the embedded piece of paper and pulling out of the ground with a few deft tugs. He held it up for the other five to see: other than a few sparkling motes of pink dust that stuck to it, it was still in mint condition, no creases or crumpled parts to be seen on the beautifully folded shuriken.
Zavist whistled. "She's a ninja, alright."
Tristesse's wings and crest fluttered in delight. "She really is--that was great. Open it up, Zorion, and see what it says."
For once, the Nocturne complied without a remark or even a sour expression on his face, reading the two haikus out loud. Gradually, however, his voice had to get louder and louder; the beating of wings was threatening to overpower him at every moment, a sign that some dragon was approaching.
Zorion was the first to react out of the 'clanless' dragons, whizzing over to the embedded piece of paper and pulling out of the ground with a few deft tugs. He held it up for the other five to see: other than a few sparkling motes of pink dust that stuck to it, it was still in mint condition, no creases or crumpled parts to be seen on the beautifully folded shuriken.
Zavist whistled. "She's a ninja, alright."
Tristesse's wings and crest fluttered in delight. "She really is--that was great. Open it up, Zorion, and see what it says."
For once, the Nocturne complied without a remark or even a sour expression on his face, reading the two haikus out loud. Gradually, however, his voice had to get louder and louder; the beating of wings was threatening to overpower him at every moment, a sign that some dragon was approaching.