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Shyriath's Little Trip (alternate) part 17

Cira leaves off his own searchings when Shyriath calls out. He wings up dipping down then sliding horizontally using his entire lower surface as an air break and lands lightly on the steep mountain side grasping with his claws.  He sticks his head in the cave to have a look.  Not big enough for a full sized dragon lair the cave is just large enough to hold the two dragons, but with Cira's forty feet of length there won't be much space left over.  He noses around the small room sniffing.  Not much more than wet stone registers, and all the other smells are natural.  The banded layers of rock show a brief geological record of this region but will be better interpreted using the light of day.  He might try to shake off a bit of the water but there isn't enough room even for that.  He sticks his head back out smiling looking at Shyr.

"It looks good."  He watches the rain for a bit.  Rain makes almost everything smell better.  It's sound, even in storm, is one of the song of life.  He likes the rain.  His tongue catches a few of the drops.  The water does not really bother him and he would sleep almost as comfortably outside as in, but Shyriath's lithe frame does not seem to be quite as resilient.

"Shyr?  Are you all right?"