Jr Matriarch's Barracks
It is a day of festival at Fragglerook Nest. THe first clutch has just been layed my the Sr Martiarch's Gold. Bugles are sounding and banners are billowing in the light breeze. A small flight of dragons dance in the air."Wonderful isn't it?" A stranger says behind you.
Turning you see it to be one of the Jr Martiarchs, "Yes I agree," than you query, "Why aren't you in the arial display?"
Sighing the woman answers, "My poor Albinods broke he wing in a botched mating flight and wont be airborn for quite a while."
You politely give yur consolendences the the girl and bid her fairwell when a food stand catches you eye.
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