On the Ninth-night
Nuxy and Chyfrin had held three Guardian Class dragons
and seven Gold Level Human wizards at bay in the arena
Chyfrin was pleased
Their status had advanced
And soon they would be given missions. . .
She curled around her Favorite oak
And watched the winter sun descend on crimson robes
He crunched across the snow to stand beside her
His spirit was restless
But he said nothing . . .
He turned to watch the sunset with her
and for the moment it was enough