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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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[judgenotlest]

*well, this is kind of interesting*

[watchmycannon]

--Good day, come to watch?

[judgenotlest]

Ah, I was only curious.

[watchmycannon]

I wont fault you for that; I don't think I could resist being so, were I not already involved.

[Tugs on a few ropes]

[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.

[wellerthanthou]

[watching with interest]

[watchmycannon]

Ah, Conrart; good day to you.

[wellerthanthou]

Good day. You're making a harness?

[watchmycannon]

Quite so; I intend to ride her, and as such will need to secure myself for once we are aloft.

[ridestherider]

[Watching curiously. ... from a safe distance, because dragon.]

[watchmycannon]

[Aw she's a gentle giant. Probably]

[--Nods, pleasantly, when he notices you watching]

[ridestherider]

[It's the "probably" that has me back here. Smiles and waves politely.]

[watchmycannon]

[Calls over]

--You needn't worry, she's quite safe.