~*Empty Weyr*~
Waiting, waiting the empty weyr...
Everywhere stone cold.
What grand creature must live here?
What secrets does it hold?
What be these ancient walls awaiting,
Within the monotone of grey.
A great stone couch just sitting,
Where the dragons used to lay.
Footsteps echo eerily around the cavernous weyr you stand in, well after your feet have stopped. Strangely you don't remember how you got here but are reluctant to leave this place. The floor beneath you is slightly grooved, making you marvel at the generations of dragons that must have walked up and down the short entrance tunnel, carved smoothly into the hard rock of the ancient crater. The noises of the busy place outside are behind you leaving only the quiet solitude of this weyr. Your eyes adjust to the dim glows hung low and far apart around the room, in which the dim outline of some furniture can be seen. Beside you is a cold, stone dragon couch and your exploring hands run over ancient grooves in the cold surface. Turning around, you bump into a high-backed chair sitting beside a small round table, piled with papers. You decide to examine them and are delighted at the pictures they hold. Slowly picking through them, you don't even notice a pair of flitters pass by, wings whirring in green and brown. Just as you put down that last leaf of paper and turn around a strange noise comes from a dark doorway...
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