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Frill's lopsided clay dragon skittered across the ground on it's short legs.
 
It fell forward a stopped, Frill trotted out and picked it up, "It moves now"
 
"Out." Galieth growled. He shot a fire ball towards G'Jasper, singeing his wings.
 
"No, not yet. It has just started to fly, no need to rush"
 

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