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So, right then, there's this dragon. It's a nice dragon, female, gorgeous scales, it's rare we get a Hebby but you know me. She's a big girl, or will be when she grows up as she's only eighteen feet now, which means another twelve or so before she's fully grown.
Arte's a bit protective, since she was the one who rescued her from that bastard in Bucharest who was keeping her in his cellar. We've called her Falda, Arte says it means 'folded wings' in Icelandic, and we're trying to teach her to fly - hence folded wings. We're thinking she's got a deformity through lack of sunlight, bastard in Bucharest bought her in a pub when she was a day old hatchling and has had her in his house ever since. But learning to fly. This consists of me and Vlad on broomsticks, a dead goat strung between us, and a dragon chasing after us wanting dinner. It's fun, I swear, she's too tame to try and hurt us! We've never had a house dragon before, poor little thing, she likes having her nose scratched. Really, there was this labrador right, and Falda and the labrador are basically exactly the same part from one being a dog and a dragon.
She rolled over for tummy tickles and almost squashed one of the outbuildings.
It's so surreal at the moment, everything, but there we go. Just want to send love and hugs to my family and friends, and ask Tonksy if she wants to invade, or me invade there, or just do something?
Right, wee drinkie methinks. Round up the troops and go and annexe the local pub in the name of international peace keeping drinking forces! The Pilsner over here's bloody brilliant, it's hoppier than usual, and the Budvar we get from the Czech Republic is stronger than British stuff. It's nice.
Arte's a bit protective, since she was the one who rescued her from that bastard in Bucharest who was keeping her in his cellar. We've called her Falda, Arte says it means 'folded wings' in Icelandic, and we're trying to teach her to fly - hence folded wings. We're thinking she's got a deformity through lack of sunlight, bastard in Bucharest bought her in a pub when she was a day old hatchling and has had her in his house ever since. But learning to fly. This consists of me and Vlad on broomsticks, a dead goat strung between us, and a dragon chasing after us wanting dinner. It's fun, I swear, she's too tame to try and hurt us! We've never had a house dragon before, poor little thing, she likes having her nose scratched. Really, there was this labrador right, and Falda and the labrador are basically exactly the same part from one being a dog and a dragon.
She rolled over for tummy tickles and almost squashed one of the outbuildings.
It's so surreal at the moment, everything, but there we go. Just want to send love and hugs to my family and friends, and ask Tonksy if she wants to invade, or me invade there, or just do something?
Right, wee drinkie methinks. Round up the troops and go and annexe the local pub in the name of international peace keeping drinking forces! The Pilsner over here's bloody brilliant, it's hoppier than usual, and the Budvar we get from the Czech Republic is stronger than British stuff. It's nice.