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Tales of Dyannor A Girl and Her Dragon Ch. 4 Flight By J.C. Solis Serena once more roused herself from bed, this time with her sleep having been much more merciful on her than the previous night. It was still impossible to tell whether or not it was the morning or some other time, being that she was in a cave with no light other than the faint glow coming from the parlor antechamber. But she could tell by looking at the clock over above a mantel that was to the side that it was the morning--the early morning, to be exact. She still felt like she could fall back asleep, but something about her kept her awake. Her dreams were much more agreeable, though they were still the same heartsick dreams of home. She tried to not think about home too much, and she was still grateful to have this wonderful new place to stay, and with a dragon no less. Speaking of dragons, Lezerath still lay on the rug in dragon form, letting off the slight sound of his breathing--or at least "slight"