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Giggling Harmony
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I suppose MOTHER knows what is best for me. Surely she would let me know if I was imposing, she is not one for lie by omission, of that I am sure.
I take a deep breath, expanding my chest to its limits, and attempt to breathe anything but air. I manage a hissing sound, startling brother. My wings are of fine form so fresh from the shell, they will carry me far once they develop, but I am too young for sky and sun and freedom quite yet. My claws are small, not terribly sharp either, I think I could get up a wall if need be though. May the Gods help whoever is dumb enough to corner a Dragon.
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