[So, Mayfield....
remember when Margarita got her hands on a certain egg? Oh, you don't? Well, that's okay! Because she's now riding (or walking beside)
what came out of it through the streets and front yards of Mayfield. She's bundled up in a coat, mittens and scarf- with her frog, Surely, poking his head out of the last -but that's it. Hell
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This one is burning things though and looks far more dangerous.
Aaron is going to get up from what he was doing with the snow and book it. Full sprint before finding cover as it passes. Peering out and watching.]]
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So this is snow, huh, Bartido? Funny, it never really got this cold in my hometown. I never would have-
[-oh hi there, mister bush-sneaker.]
-Huh?
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He didn't come out of cover though.]]
"Uh... nice monster you got there."
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Isn't he just? But don't worry, he won't hurt you unless I say so.
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[[Hesitantly comes out from hiding. Still doesn't approach.]]
"What is he?"
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[patting the beast now, as if to say "see, he's only harmless sometimes!"]
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[[Dragons were cool if frightening over sized lizards.]]
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What black one?
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[her dragon, for the record, is like as big as a house]
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I don't think I'd want to see what that is like."
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[lmao so nice...]
....although I'd rather they don't, either, 'cause this is my only dragon. [l-laugh]
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