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[watchmycannon]

[In a trampled clearing of what was once part of the cornfield there is a marquis and a dragon. They are surrounded by a collection of ropes, carabiner hooks and an improvised harness made of twisted silk--as well as several hastily scrawled drawings in the dirt around them. The marquis drags a stick through the dirt, connecting two of the lines

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[alwaysuserubber]

[o it's the smart dragon]

--Are you gonna ride it?!

[watchmycannon]

That is my intention, yes.

[alwaysuserubber]

Uohoho! I want a turn!

[watchmycannon]

Haha, well, that is something you would have to take up with her, I do believe.

[alwaysuserubber]

Yosh! I'll ask nicely and then it'll be okay, right?!

[watchmycannon]

She may want some form of payment, I warn you.

[alwaysuserubber]

... Hee! That's fine!

[watchmycannon]

Well funded, are you?

[alwaysuserubber]

Nah! I'll figure it out, though!

[watchmycannon]

[Laughs]

Best of luck to you, then.

[alwaysuserubber]

Thanks!

[youhavetwocows]

You may call me "her," or Perscitia.

[alwaysuserubber]

Pershasha! Got it!

[youhavetwocows]

[eyes narrow]

Perscitia.

[alwaysuserubber]

[... actually tries this time]

Pershisha?

[youhavetwocows]

Near enough, I suppose. Did you want something?