MyraThe sleek wings of a beautiful silver dragon glided silently over the mountains. The draconian figure moved swiftly, only the outline of the dragon was visible against the dark-blue night sky. She flapped her wings once and arched them, her wing-tips ever so close to clipping the rocks but she was very intelligent. She curved her tail to the side for balance before arching her neck and setting the course for a cave. The swooshing noise of the wind in the valley gave her cover as her claws clicked against the surface of the rock. Folding her wings against her sleek scales she was aware of the sound of her claws clicking lightly as she rushed i