Tika grumbled, sprawled over one of the corner booths in the dimly lit tavern. Little butterfly dragon leashed to its cage and happily nosing through a pile of flowers hastily stolen from a garden just down the street.
“Hey, don’t pig out itty-bitty. That’s gotta last you till I can afford something better” she prodded the little creature
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