Teranaa glided onto the ledge smoothly; snapping her black wings closed with a small thunderclap. Her muzzle still bore the faint redness of her kills blood. "Back so soon?" Kalaya asked her green/gold. "I fed not that long ago, excessive feeding is not needed as you said when I was a fledgling." The large dragon said as she laid down beside the black bulk that was her mate. Immuren yawned and opened his green eyes, "Your breath stinks." He said. Teranaa hissed and whacked Immuren with her tail affectionately. He nuzzled her and put his head back down upon his taloned forepaws. Kalaya laughed and settled back to writing her journal.

Words poured through her mind, things that happened and problems solved. How Teranaas flight had gone and the number of eggs her bond hoped she would clutch. These things Kalaya was determine to preserve for when she was old, no longer Caerlady. But another issue was weighing on her mind. Sponsoring.

Earlier that week she had received a hide announcing a huge clutching in the Wyld wastelands. People were flocking there, signing up for hunting parties. But the leaders there were offering other places the chance to host several unbonded dragons. She hoped that some new faces would keep the Caer from going stagnant. Plus they could host some interesting clutches like Cys bipedra clutch or some sort of holiday clutch. Kalaya added this last bit and and layed the pen down.

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