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On The Wings Of The Past
Vechs could only be described as smitten. While Zisteau didn’t mind listening to him, the continuous - and incredibly repetitive - description of the same event, that Zisteau had seen for himself, was starting to get on his nerves.
“Okay, okay, ENOUGH!” Zisteau finally shouted after Vechs started his fifth explanation on the color of the dragoness’ scales. Admittedly, Zisteau hadn’t actually been there for all of it, the new wing-member following the tradition to do a continued introduction with their own kind after introducing themselves to the whole group, but after how long Vechs had been talking, any possibility of him providing new information was all but naught.( Read more... )