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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wrahn" data-source="post: 1789641" data-attributes="member: 9191">Elly~“Elly…”  Elias whispered in Elly’s ear, rousing her from a deep sleep.  Elly opened one of her eyes and could see no sunlight peaking in through the window.  It had been a late night at the tavern selling her song for a meal and a room, far too late to be rising this early.  She could not help thinking to herself, “for a dragon, he doesn’t know much about sleeping.”  It was Elias’s idea to be normal travelers as they made their way back home for Elly’s Grand Uncle’s 200th birthday party.Despite her attempts to burrow deeper into the warm bed, he persisted.  “Elly, I have to go.”  That brought her fully awake.  She rolled over to look at him, brushing her unruly hair out of her face.“Kal has called a Dragonmeet, I have to go.”Kal referred to Kalvadalious, a gold dragon from the south that was known as the scourge of the slave trade.  He was old and powerful and something of a friend and mentor to Elias.  He was unusual for dragons, much as Elias was, as he took interest in the world of the “small” races.A Dragonmeet was a council of dragons, usually held in remote locations.  In theory all dragons were welcome, it was suppose to be neutral territory, but in practice only the metallic dragons came.  The chromatic dragons were usually too distrusting, though if the cause was great enough, such as the Time of the Comet Stars, the Dragonmeet could attract virtually every living dragon.Still Dragonmeets were rare, the last one Elly was aware of was before she was born.  If Kalvadalious was calling one, his reasons must be grave.Shifter~“Shackled?”  She seems amused, “What of our children?  Do you not wish to be shackled by them as well?”“You can hide from me all you wish, you hide exceptionally well, but you can’t hide from who you really are my love.  Sooner or later you will stop hiding from yourself and return to me.”  An image seems to come with her speech, that of an exceptionally beautiful woman, with deep red hair.  Savaesa, her name is Savaesa.  With that name comes a memory of the taste of hot blood and flesh in his mouth, disturbingly it is not unpleasant.</blockquote>

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