Jodie, Phyrris, and Amica enjoyed the coney stew and chased it down with booderry and tetraberry juices. Phyrris stared out the window at the magnificent Doombringers. The mountains deserved their name. Only the hardiest adventurers tested their skills on the mountains. Suddenly a thick barbed tail filled the view through the window.
Phyrris shouted, “Woe! It’d a wyvern! With a tail that size, it’ll test all our skills. Ready Fire Spells!”
Jodie burst out laughing. Amica and Kirrie chuckled.
Phyrris said frantically, “What aren’t you getting ready to fight? We’re in danger! There’s a wyvern on the house!”
Jodie gleefully replied, “That’s our friend Fyzer. He’s just guarding the house.”
Phyrris put his clump of sulfur back in his pocket and relaxed a bit. “Your friend? You’re friends with a wyvern?”
Jodie laughed loudly.
Kirrie shrugged and answered, “I’ve a thing with wyverns. I rode one during the Battle of Lone Oak Meadow. True, I used the Summoning Stone of Fire to lure and control Dallas. The wyvern contributed greatly to Saligia’s defeat. I always felt guilty about the wyvern’s death. Over time I’ve gotten familiar with the beasts. I took Fyzer from his mother’s nest right after she broke him out of his shell, and he’s been with us ever since. He just needs a purple mooler about after other cycle of Meries. Fyzer shows more loyalty than any of the Council f Alms Glen, and he is devoted to Jodie. She’s ridden with me a few times.”
Phyrris said, “You’re a wyvern rider!”
Kirrie said proudly, “It’s one of many talents I’ve acquired.”
Amica chuckled and said, “She’s pretty good at midwifery, tomb raiding, and roasting Drolls and Carcharians. I’m rather proud of my sister of Grayness.” Phyrris tarried with Kirrie, Amica, and Jodie.
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