You slowly push open the heavey wooden door and step into a dimmly lit room. It takes a minute for thou eyes to adjust to the lighting, then thou peers around the large room. In the middle sits a metallic dragon.
Thy first instinct is to run to safety, as mortal terror sinks like needles onto thy human flesh, but as thou gaze into her eyes, thou feels quite safe. "Greetings" you say softly. The dragon tilts her head to the left. "Hello." She stands, leaving her nest of eggs. "My name is Savannah Al'Thor, Queen of the Metallic Dragons." She gazes over at the nest again. "I am soon to have many hatchlings. Too many," She says, with an air of remorse. "Twilight and Midnight, God bless their souls, are running out of room here at the castle. Maybe you would like to take one home with you? Thou seems nice enough." She returns to her nest. "All thou has to do is E-mail Krikette and send her: Your Name Your homepage URL Your Dragon URL Your E-mail.
And what egg you'd like.
We have a new cluch here. There are: 11 of 12 Light Purple Eggs with light green spots left, 10 of 10 light green eggs w/light blue spots left, and 4 0f 5 orange eggs with blue spots left. Also we have 15 white eggs, but Rand is taking care of them.. The rules are easy. 1)Love thy dragon. 2)Keep it safe.
"There are 15 white eggs. And alas, I feel sorry for them. My husband, Rand Al'Thor, keeps watch over them, for we both feel a kin with them. We are both from white eggs. 'Tis said that Kings and Queens come from the whites. Maybe thou could stop by and tell Rand that thou wishes to take home a white egg."
"And, if thou dragon page is set up beautifully, I'll make sure thou recieves one of the new, rare dragons."
And with that, the beautiful, majestic dragon settles back onto her clutch and closes her eyes.
