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“You got it,” Fox replied, tail helicoptering behind her. “Your name seems… pretty killer. Where’s it from?” she asked. Fox's own name was easy. She looked like a Fox. Her siblings looked like their names, and so did the rest of her father's family. And, hopefully, her own children would be the same. Or at least some of them.

Fox had heard a few stories about dragons. They were apparently giant lizards with wings. And they shot lightning out of their faces. Or something. But they were fictional, from what she understood, which would mean there was little chance that Theseus here had actually drank blood of one. That seemed like the only way Fox would ever name anybody Dragonblood.