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. Soon."
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Highlords came and went. Great cities rose and fell.
Wars were fought, lost, and won. But Tosch, in his
fashion, was ever constant. Throughout the years, he
visited his aging friend, coming to see her eleven years
later, then nine years, then finally twelve years after that.
But during none of those visits, did she ever show him her
paintings.
It was beginning to annoy him. While the dragon was
as young and vibrant as the day he had met Kyra and Seron,
she had reached an age where it seemed she was always
cranky. Especially on his latest visit. He had seen her earlier
in the day and found her to be strangely unimpressed with
his new purple hat. All she wanted to do was get back to her
painting. She said she was finally getting close to achieving
what she'd been after all these years. That was just fine with
him, but why couldn't she pay more attention to his hat?
After all, everyone else thought it was boldly original.
There was no doubt in his mind; he had to talk with her about her
moods. He resolved to go see her that very night.
Kyra always felt a sweet melancholy after Tosch's
visits ended; it was only then that she was truly aware of her
loneliness
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