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Date Posted: 14:25:43 05/08/01 Tue
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Raith Whitepaw
's message, "People.. post already.. sheesh.." on 14:06:02 05/08/01 Tue
The man who was cooking jumped up as Raith approached and backpedaled as he caught a glimpse of Raith's face. "Christian!! A..a snowarch!!" His back touches the wall of a hut and he turns to rush inside it. He comes back out followed by four others, all weilding cutlasses. A fifth came out and pushed them aside, inspecting Raith as he did so.
"No, lads, not a snowarch," he said to his companions. He then addressed Raith, raising an eyebrow at the little silver dragon in his arms. "You've made an impressive impression, there. I know you aren't what my men think you are, so what are you? I already know how you are here, and that there are others." As he spoke, other tiny dragons flitted around the small village, blue, green, brown, gold, red, silver. Most were wild, but a few belonged to the men in the village.
MEANWHILE
As Link came closer to the village that Raith had discovered, small dragons flitted across his path, in and around the trees, seemingly without a care in the world. Sira kept close to her master, eyeing the dragons with caution, in case they wanted to hurt Link.
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