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[b]Z[/b]oran stared into the clear pool of water in his cuffed palms, strands of his sandy blonde hair hung in his vision. What time was it? he wondered. The light in the sky was still gray, misty. The clouds were thin outside his barred windows, the stone of the building was could to the touch. His feet were icy and he hated it.  

[b]A[/b]fter a moment of thoughtless staring, he splashed his face and felt the water fall in droplets.  The carved out stone that held his water rippled below him but went ignored. Zoran stepped across his small room, letting the drops fall as he did. He wondered how Thora faired when they weren't together. Seeing as her situation was just a bit different than the other dragons. 

[b]H[/b]e sighed while dabbing his face dry.

[b]T[/b]he next thirty minutes were spent finding and putting his usual attire on. The black armor he wore was scratched with battle-worn experience, all but his pants were scuffed in some manger. With a practiced hand he wrapped his white cloak around his neck and let it cover his torso.  

[color=lightblue][b] “M[/b]ay this day be better than the last.”[/color] he repeated to himself in a hush tone.