Flair had nothing to do. She had enough servants, enough wealth, enough control. The only thing she didn't have enough of was action. The beautiful Skywing was the type to get bored easily, and playing with her followers couldn't always fix that. "Mistress," A voice called from behind her. "You've received a message from an unknown dragon. I believe it may be a threat." Flair took the poster and began to read. After a moment she smiled. "You are dismissed," She said without looking up from the scroll. When the servant was gone, she placed a claw on the name. "I pledge."
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