Dauria felt Graayyyavalllia's thoughts long before seeing her or feeling the wind of her flight. The garnet wyrm's thoughts vibrated with tension.
What has her riled up today? Dauria wondered.
Not that she needed to ask. It was always the same thing. She could not abide the war, if it could even be called a war anymore.
More like a free-for-all.
Once, it had been a war. A true war. Once, dragons had gathered in masses of hundreds or thousands and had fought nightmarish battles. Garnets had allied with azurites, agates, malachites, and charoites. Platinums had led vast armies of golds, silvers, bronzes, and coppers. Amethysts had gathered battalions of emeralds, sapphires, topazes, and crystals.
The battles had been pure horror to behold. As much damage was done to Mother Ear...
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