[i]Food...[/i] Athelle was starving and had been for hours. She did not want to eat, for fear of throwing up. She had forgotten to eat breakfast, although she ran with her dragon clinging to her hand to the feast hall. She ran in and took a seat, looking on as everyone else navigated their way around. Her Gwëdy insignia was tingly and bright silver. She looked down at the dragon. "I'll name you.... Aethor," she said to her dragon, and then to the elf sitting next to her, "Hello. My name is Athelle Vestoria. I am from Du Weldervan. What about you?"
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