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Shyriath's Little Trip (alternate) part 18

If Cira enjoys the rain, Shyriath adores it. Almost oblivious to the question, he nods, allowing the rain to wash over his scales. He looks for all the world as if he'd never been happier.

After a few minutes of just sort of standing there, he begins to get cold, shivering slightly, but still looking happy. He comes reluctantly in out of the rain, sitting on the cave floor. "Sorry for getting things even wetter in here... but I had to feel it."

Cira nods understandingly before putting his head back beneath a wing.  Many times he has gone out in storms to enjoy the feeling and smell of the rain.  He flips the
feathery end of his tail onto Shyriath.  The tassel is as large as Shyr's curled up form, and warm.  Cira is already asleep.  Heat from the dragons will soon dry out the cave.