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Shyriath's Little Trip (alternate) part 13

Cira too sees the lights and the vague outlines of buildings in the moonlight.  He thinks back to a night over another city, and seeing millions of lights glittering up at him.  That had been a time of despair, when he realized that a lone dragon could not compete against so many humans.  This city is different.  A city of dragons.  He suddenly wishes he could be part of it.  This is so much bigger than their own Dominance.

What is a dragon city like?  Do they write plays?  Or have theater?  Do they build roads with machines to carry them places?  Or do they always walk or fly?  Do they have machines which fly to carry things about for them?  Do dragon cities have the same problems that the human ones do?  Or have they found ways to avoid such follies?

Looking around more closely he realized that the jungle was full of lights every where he looked!  Breathless he dropped ten feet before recovering from his amazement.  Had he been caring something it would have been dropped.  The draw to see such a wonderful place is redouble and the only thing which prevents him from flying straight down to meet them is Shyriath's warnings.

A whole nation of dragonkind!  Just to think of it!  A force of 50 or 100 dragons is enough to dominate an entire planet.  Their own Dominance had repulsed a consolidated hoard attack from no less than five worlds.  The Dark Tide had failed to conquer a force of a mere 50 dragons.  Yet here there are hundreds of thousands of them here.  Truly this is a force to be dealt with in the Universe.

He swoops back to fly closer to Shyriath so as to be able to speak with him.  Reducing the chance that someone might notice them.  "Shyr?  Maybe we could fly a little lower?  I sure would like to get a better look."