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[On this brisk winter day there is a dragon the colour of snow sitting outside the library, rumbling in a vaguely melodious language you probably don't know. Beside her is a small boy, made to look even smaller by being right next to a giant dragon! He seems to be praising her in the same mysterious language. This strange occurrence obviously must not be left as it is-- come bother?]
((Wiiinding down, though will pick up later~))
((Wiiinding down, though will pick up later~))