Blacktail Deer Plateau Starlight dragons

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Saēna was thankful when Lasher changed the subject, but her mood had already been soured by the stranger's curiosity. His question went unanswered for a short while, her eyes trained on imaginary Junior, who was weaving between the adult's legs. What a pest, thought Saēna, earning herself a reproachful glare from the obviously telepathic pup.

Say no, Junior commanded, and even though Saēna liked flowers very much, she frowned and sullenly muttered, “no.” Then, with a nod from imaginary Junior, the rust spotted pup turned and began to walk away without so much as a good bye. Lasher was a stranger, after all, and she'd had a rough day trying to keep imaginary O.J. in line, or so she told herself.