Desert-Wyvern

    Golden sands formed rolling dunes as far as the eye could see, rippling in the sunlight that drenched the land in heat. Shrubs dotted the dunes in various places, creating little shadowy havens for lizards and other small animals to dart between in search of food. Sometimes they would find what they sought, and other times they were the ones being found by predators waiting in the shade to strike, letting their meals come to them instead.    A slight breeze picked up, blowing the sands across the desert sea and hiding any tracks left by the fleeting life that called the deserts home. The only truly visible life was that of two wyverns,

            Sûldúring stared straight ahead at the wall of the room they had at the arena. Crow was at her side, applying some healing petals Gildas had given them. She had to be ready for the last round, and going in already injured was not a good way to start out. No doubt Odin had his own methods of healing, namely the other wyvern, Freyr, that he was always with. It occurred to her that she knew so little of her flight mates and a sense of guilt welled up in her.              “Did that hurt?”            She came out of her thoughts and realized her ears must have given her away again. “No, just thinking abou