It Is Foolish To Conjure Up Woe

She Lowered Her Head Until It Was At His Level. He Stroked The Line Of Her Jaw, And Then Pressed His Forehead Against Her Hard Snout And Held Her As Tightly As He Could, Her Scales Sharp Against His Fingers. Hot Tears Began To Slide Down His Cheeks. 'why Do You Cry?' She Asked. 'because... I'm Lucky Enough To Be Bonded With You.' 'little One.

It Goes As It Does,argetlam.you Cannot Hurry Perfection.

It Is An Overactive Imagination That Turns Men Into Cowards, Not A Surfeit Of Fear, As Many Believe

No Hunter Of The Sky Should End His Days As Prey. Better To Die On The Wing Than Pinned To The Ground. [saphira]

That S The Problem I Ve Been Choosing Male Names. You Are A She! [to Saphira, While Trying To Choose Her Name.]