Fala hovered in the air, did not fly immediately to attack him.

To the east, Raegar was urging the Dragon Fala for more speed.

Fala plummeted into the sea, steam rising from her floundering body.

The fresh supply of drinkable water has been contaminated, Aunty Fala intones wearily.

Fala expected Kahg to turn tail and run, try to gain sky room.

She took over from her grandmother to lead the Fala Masi Revival Project.

Fala started to say something, but nothing came out except seawater.

Kahg laughed at this, infuriating Fala to the point of madness.

He was merely hoping to nettle Fala, lure her into giving him information.

Holding the spiritbone of the Dragon Fala in her hand, Treia smiled derisively.

The blast struck Fala in the chest and sent the startled dragon reeling.

Treia would teach him the ritual or the Dragon Fala would teach him.

Fala would be eager for a chance to have her revenge.

Fala saw her friends start to doubt and turned on them in a rage.

The gravelled floor was covered with prettily-ornamented mats of FALA (the screw-palm).

Of course Raegar had his dragon, the young Dragon Fala.