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"What? Did it say something?" Mai asked. "im sorry" she added.
"Oh, she didn't say anything important."

The dragon curled around her arm again and sat on her shoulder, beating its tiny wings once to steady itself. It let out another noise, and Jaiquill gave her a look, and the dragon bared it's tiny teeth. Jaiquill pointed a finger. "I said hush."

"Thank you. I really miss him sometimes..." She turned back to Mai.
 
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Mai looked at the dragon, wishing she knew what it was saying. "I know the feeling" she said, thinking of her parents, though they died a long time ago.
 
Jaiquill nodded.

The dragon moved to the top of Jaiquill's head, and she reached up with two hands and slid her palms under the little dragon's feet and lifted it away from her head. She then outstretched one palm, pointing to her shoulder, and the dragon walked off and settled on her shoulder yet again. The dragon seemed rebellious and fiesty, smoke occasionaly came from it's nostrils when Jaiquill had told it to hush the second time and when she'd lifted it away from her head. "Stop."

The dragon gurgled again.

"I said stop."

The dragon snorted, smoke rising from its nostrils, but did nothing more.
 
Cassie looked over at the dragon on jaquills shoulder and thought "what in the world??" but figured she was just tired and hungry so she headed over to her hut to grab a bite to eat and hit the hay.


Blake had found himself inching toward Jaquill untill he was as close to her as Mai. When the thing came to life he took a full step back. He just listened to their coversation, feeling no need to say anything, just watch the tiny dragon.
 
(would it be wierd to ask you to make me one?
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Mai looked at the dragon, wishing she knew what it was saying. "Oh. Is there a way to make it back into a carving?" she asked, half hoping there wasnt.
 
"Yes, I can return her to a carving with a mere snap of my fingers. And I can't make anyone else live carvings unless they are foxfirers, otherwise the product will simply return to a carving at the touch of a non-foxfirer." Jaiquill said, the dragon hissing, a pouf of smoke rising from its flaring nostrils.
 

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