After a long while Rhyonna stands by her favorite rock, which looks large and rough surging over the flowers. With her wings tucked, her arms pull and her feet push so Rhyonna steadily climbs the jagged surface. Rhyonna is heavy, heavy like this rock, not quick and agile as Lender the Lizard who flees away from her. Pulling is slow and finally Rhyonna reaches the top.
"Oh Lender, Rhyonna here, wanting your rock to dry my wings in the sun."
Lender the Lizard cautiously pokes his head from a crack in the rock and reaches out his tongue as to touch Rhyonna. Then slowly, grasping the rock with his four legs Lender the Lizard crawls up the rough surface. He holds onto the rock, looking like a dried stick. His eyes and ears observe the surroundings. Rhyonna admires Lender's steady awareness.
Lender the Lizard crawls to Rhyonna and lies down to relax in the sun. He lives in the moment, much like her. Just as Lender, Rhyonna loves the heat and stretches open her wings to relax. He does not speak, only sings to the silent.
Rhyonna joins Lender, silently singing. Making up songs is one of her favorite pastimes, especially, singing to the rhythms of the flowers swaying back and forth with the wind.
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