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The day was dusking. Zogura pierced through heavy clouds like a practised warrior of the sky. His powerful wings slashed through the air, making a whooshing sound. They were flying above the clouds to the west.
The height and angle were so cautiously maintained that, if anyone bothered sparing a glance from the land, he would only observe a tiny blackbird moving and not an adult dragon.
‘Zogura.’ Swamy called. Her voice was soft and contemplating. The dragon made a sound of attentiveness that had her known that he was listening.
‘Where would you go? I mean, surely you cannot be spotted in the city. It will create a scene. Dragons are…umm…not normal in here.’ She said.
Zogura made a hefty sound that resembled thunders before he eradicated Swamy’s concern.
