Calad glared at the faerie, and ignored Nayru. The elf firmly believed all dragons were evil. He flung himself towards her, sounding like a wild beast. The dragon's wings spread out, the moonlight filling the wings like a great sail and allowing all of the veins in the violet skin to be seen. Calad pushed against the faerie, trying to get to the animal.
The sky would have been pitch-black if it weren't for the stars and the moon, Elbereth's gifts, being in it. Perhaps the sky was lightening a little; it was nearing past midnight.
[ September 04, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ]
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