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[not_a_dragon]

Sometimes, forts need planning. After all, Shay wasn't about to just leave it with the ship. That would be far too unflashy.

So, he's sprawled out in the living room of Lucy's house, first shackle undone and eyes glowing faintly silvery-blue, incredibly complex plans spread out over a variety of different pieces of paper, strewn across the table so that only Shay understands how they're supposed to fit together.

It's a hard life, really.