[He gives one last longing look at the peaceful lake and grazing animals before taking wing and drifting behind the gold and silver like a stray kite they found while out exploring.]
Uhm. What would you like me to call you? So much was happening, I'm so tired, I think I forgot. Mr...?
[Dragons called each other Mr. right? The long dragon frets and starts feeling out of place all over again.]
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Uhm. What would you like me to call you? So much was happening, I'm so tired, I think I forgot. Mr...?
[Dragons called each other Mr. right? The long dragon frets and starts feeling out of place all over again.]