A Dragon. [ There's a thought. A wild, entertaining, and incredibly dangerous thought, but a thought. Llane appreciates the girl, recognizing at once the timid, nervous tone to her voice. He drops his gaze from his egg to the girl, slowly, and offers what he hopes is a small, pleasant smile. Even if she has perhaps the strangest looking bird he's seen in his life. ]
If it's a dragon, we'd best bet it aids us, instead of burning us to a crisp. [ She looks so very young. This isn't a place for civilians like her, and his smile turns into a thin line. ]
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If it's a dragon, we'd best bet it aids us, instead of burning us to a crisp. [ She looks so very young. This isn't a place for civilians like her, and his smile turns into a thin line. ]
Have you taken one?