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The flame burns low, the book reads. Watch the fire lest the flame burn out. Deciding that the book you've been reading is getting kind of repetitive, you look up to the eerie sensation of being watched. And indeed you are; two fire minidragons have been watching you, each one lounged on the bookshelf with no regard to the books.
:I'm Ember,: the darker one whispers, her voice changing tones in an unduallating fashion, each ribble one of rich velvet. :And I'm Pyrali,: the other purrs. :We chose those names, by the way. We weren't about to let someone else choose when we'd be the ones with the names, although we did get help.: The darker one has been looking at the book. Her ruby skin shimmers slightly, as if an illusion causght by the breeze. The memberanes of her wings shine in the light like silk, the gossemer threads not harsh, but bright none the less. Each of the two look identical, you notice, save that the left one is a shade darker. :Watch lest the flame burn out,: she says, her ocean eyes staring into space, :for should the flame burn out, there should be no light upon this earth.: "You've read this book?" you ask to her. :I have too,: answers the lighter colored one for the both of them. :It's one of our favorites.: |
