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As the object came into view, it started to take on a shape. It was an enormous dragon, falling right out of the sky! He zipped past G'Ractore, his eyes closed. He opened an eye to realize he was falling, and the other shot open. The dragon panicked and barreled around to catch himself, but was too late and landed on the ground with a mouth full of dirt. "Ouch..." He muttered, his voice muffled by the dirt.
 
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G'ractore glided down, "Are you okay?"

He lifted his head and smiled sheepishly at her, dirt seeping out from between his teeth. He spat it over the edge of the cliff and wiped his mouth. He mumbled something about thunderstorms before turning toward her again, "I am fine, thank you. Just a rough landing..." He said. He dusted himself off and added under his breath, "...And thunderstorms."
 
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G'ractore glided down, "Are you okay?"

He lifted his head and smiled sheepishly at her, dirt seeping out from between his teeth. He spat it over the edge of the cliff and wiped his mouth. He mumbled something about thunderstorms before turning toward her again, "I am fine, thank you. Just a rough landing..." He said. He dusted himself off and added under his breath, "...And thunderstorms."

"May I ask what your name is, sir?"
 
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