~The Forests of Avalon, A Dragon Roleplay~

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"Is that so?" He tipped his head to the side. "I invite you to share it."

"Well," she said, flicking a feather off of one of her claws, "I encountered a Pelendava warrior not too long ago wandering around near Mount Mandalla."
 
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"You two could have been quite the couple, although the whole skinning thing was rather tastelessly done. Does it hurt much? I have always wondered about such things, I had meant to ask that dear old coot, before he past, a few things. He is feeding the flowers now though, something useful." Silv rambled for a while, to himself it seemed, as he didn't look down once during his speech. The finish it he flicked his wrists and sighed, "Awful don't you think? Such weaklings. Better rid of them before the do anymore harm with their dullness. Ah, yes. You actually have a den? How quaint... I though you just burrowed yourself a rabbit hole, or something more fitting of your stature. No offense meant, of course."
"Did it hurt?" Christina echoed, narrowing her eyes. "Did it hurt? How would you like to have your scales burned away by acid! Of course it hurt!" She broke off, muttering about stupid questions for a few seconds, then furrowed her brow as he continued rambling. "Weaklings? Who are you talking about?"
 
"It is, but the don't all get hurt at the same time, or sick." She shrugged. "Most of the time I'm tending to colds and other minor infections."
 
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