Vidya Misra
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Neen and the Salt Congress
There weren’t always dragons in the valley… So, why now? Neen thought grumpily as they flew toward the new Dragons, tucking low against the glassy salt flat to check their reflection. The meeting to which they were heading required Neen to do something they detested: primp. After they had been elected as Visiting Consult, Tonec insisted that all Neen’s scales be polished, ridge sharpened, claws retracted, and, to Neen’s utter disgust, fertiline pouch covered. Why should it matter to these random dragons whether I plan to birth? They thought, banking smoothly east to rip a couple giant Fint leaves from the nearest bush and weave the resinous tips through their large, velvety flank scales. Neen puffed out a snort as they thought of the scale and skin that would come off when the leaves were removed later.
By Vidya Misra4 years ago in Fiction
Neen and the Salt Congress
There weren’t always dragons in the valley… So, why now? Neen thought grumpily as they flew toward the new Dragons, tucking low against the glassy salt flat to check their reflection. The meeting to which they were heading required Neen to do something they detested: primp. After they had been elected as Visiting Consult, Tonec insisted that all Neen’s scales be polished, ridge sharpened, claws retracted, and, to Neen’s utter disgust, fertiline pouch covered. Why should it matter to these random dragons whether I plan to birth? They thought, banking smoothly east to rip a couple giant Fint leaves from the nearest bush and weave the resinous tips through their large, velvety flank scales. Neen puffed out a snort as they thought of the scale and skin that would come off when the leaves were removed later.
By Vidya Misra4 years ago in Fiction
