A friend like me-- (Moth/Bellabells)

[twitchie]

Abyrath was a purple streak in the sky.
She spun and twisted and dove easily and gladly.
She adored flying. It was her favorite thing.

But she grew tired, and she perched on a ledge.
Her wonderful tiny size made her fast as an arrow, graceful as a butterfly.. but also.. made her small.
Well.. tiny.
Not that it really mattered mch to the sweet little amethyst..

But it would be nice to hang out with someone.. her own size.
It wasn't natural to be this small..
But a petite form on another ledge (wer ledge that could be reached by foot) caught her eye.

Hello! I'm Abyrath! What's your name? [/color]

Abyrath was many things; shy was not one of them.
She carefully landed onto this ledge, peering excitedly at this small dragoness.

[Bellatora]

Moth was a flightless dragoness. She envied those who could fly sometimes. She envied her ebony brother sometimes, but she would never tell the little dreamer that... She loved him too much to.

She was small - but this was normal for a white. She was a first, or so she had been told. The first to be born with such small wings and then have all flight taken from her altogether. She had Impressed to a blind girl who could hear all dragons. She was a truly female white. What more was there to her? Well... she was Moth. Fun loving, sweet, and willing to play with most anyone.

Hello. I am Moth. Mine is Xaemia. Who is yours? The little white's voice was soft and gentle as always. She chirped in greeting at the other female. You fly very quickly.