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"Well, the only way I can start a trend is if I am seen by
everyone," Tosch said thoughtfully. "So I guess I'd better be
on my way."
He flapped his wings and slowly rose off the ground.
"I'll be back soon to pick up my new cape. Bye, now."
She went back to the only trade she knew - serving ale.
She worked long hours at a new tavern where the owner
favored her and the customers appreciated her diligence.
But the years of hard work and scraping by had taken a toll
on her. Now, the younger barmaids had to fend off the
pinches and the propositions, and only the regulars took
notice of the pale, disheveled Kyra. She did not care - she
did not care about much.
Six years passed before Tosch returned. Kyra
understood that to a brass dragon, six years was hardly more
than a week; she wasn't angry with him. Besides, in her
great and enduring sadness, there was precious little
happiness. Seeing her old friend was a welcome relief from
her neverending sense of loss.
They sat on a sandy beach at the edge of the bay. She
glanced up and smiled, slightly averting her eyes. It was
self-preservation. Tosch was covered with every
imaginable color of cloth; it nearly blinded her whenever
she tried to gaze at him
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