To fly on shimmering wings.
Searching,
Ever searching,
She inspects the valley.
Ready to eliminate any threat.
Back she circles.
Every wing beat leading her home.
A drake like sterling few over head.
In great alarm Calder attacked.
Belching a stream of flames,
Hot enough to melt platinum.
The stranger came crashing down,
In a flare if silver.
Suria watched as her mate in silence.
He made...