Lucy pulled out a strand of his hair and played with it between her paws as she sat, quite comfortably, perched on his shoulder.Victor ended up in confusion after Lucy was gone, tensing up when something started crawling on his back. He said quietly "I...hate you." He smiled, and added even more quietly "And love you for it at the same time."
Claire shook her head in amazement, before replying "Yep. I'm a dragon millipede. Are you sure you're not a fortune teller or something?"
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Atalanta dipped her brush in the water and swirled it around gently to get the grey out. "No, I'm not a fortune teller. If I was, I would have said millipede straightaway. I was wrong, for millipedes aren't insects," she said thoughtfully.

