<span style="color: #FF0000">Vivian stared at the plate in front of her, feelings of uncertainty were obvious in her posture and face. She didn't have a taste tester. The one she had hired was now dead, so her food was always a bit of a challenge for her. Vivian sniffed it, but could smell nothing wrong with the steak. She did however notice a small hole in the apple that was placed next to her plate.<br/><br/>Tossing the apple aside, she slowly chewed her first delicately cut piece of steak. The taste was exquisite, and delightfully untempered with. Vivian slowly ate each bite, still unsure of whether or not it would be okay to eat. From now on, she vowed, Vivian would only eat meals randomly at the market. No one would be able to poison her then, in theory.<br/><br/>Finishing the food, Vivian moved to her desk and stared at the blank mission chart. She wondered why things were so quiet lately. Why had the services of the Assassins not been called on in so long, Vivian wondered. Something must be wrong.</span><br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/>Hail sniffed the wind as it brushed along her white scales. She sat atop her mountain where snow fell all year round. The other white dragons had been unusually noisy lately, celebrating a victory for a fellow comrade. Hail despised the noise, not that she particularly liked the quiet.<br/><br/>One of her kin had stolen treasure from a lord without ever being seen, or so his story was. Hail had no interest in whether he had pulled off such a feat or not. It simply did not interest her. The thief was a young male who had just grown into his wings. There was talk that the male might try to challenge her, but Hail did not feel threatened by the fledgeling dragon, fledgeling in comparison with her anyway.<br/><br/>With a wistful sigh, shards of ice were exhaled in her cold breath. Just for fun, Hail caught the shards in her one of her front claws, closed her fist, and opened it to find the shards had frozen together to make a hail stone the size of a tennis ball. She dropped the ball of ice, and pulled herself up with her wings, taking to the sky.<br/><br/>Hail looked down on her snowy mountain top, and the lush green valley that laid beneath.