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methods we’re not quite sure of. He took an
ancient template and brought it to life.” For
there had been wyverns in Adarlan before—
long ago. “He meant to breed a host of
thoughtless killers, but some did not turn out
as such.”
Asterin kept quiet for once.
Karsyn spoke at last. “Your wyvern seems
like more of a dog than anything.”
It was not an insult, Manon reminded
herself. The Crochans kept dogs as pets.
Adored them, as humans did. “His name is
Abraxos,” Manon said. “He is ... different.”
“He and the blue one are mates.”
Asterin started. “They’re what?”
The Crochan pointed to the blue mare
huddled beside Abraxos. “He is smaller, yet
he dotes on her. Nuzzles her when no one is
looking.”
Manon exchanged a glance with Asterin.