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. She
snuggled up close to her husband, who tenderly embraced
her. She felt safe in his arms, protected. When he held her
like that, she knew both the strength and the tenderness of
his love. For her, there was nothing in all of Krynn to match
that feeling. Nothing.
Dutifully, Seron gave art lessons to the kender, and
anyone else who was willing to pay. Not that anything
valuable ever changed hands. Despite their enthusiasm, the
kender were inattentive students, and they generally walked
off with the paint, the brushes, and half of tomorrow's
lunch.
To better provide for his wife, Seron took a job during the
evenings as a cook at the Sea Master Inn. Kyra didn't want
him to take the time away from his art, but he couldn't bear
to see her go hungry. He promised her he would work at the
inn only until his paintings brought in more money.
He hoped that would happen soon, for he had chanced
upon an entirely new and exciting subject when he met his
very first dragon. . . .
"Do you have a red blanket?" asked the young male
brass dragon standing at the edge of a clearing in the forest.
Seron could hardly believe his eyes, let alone his ears;
the dragon was talking to him!
"Are
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