Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-29329406-20190629212155/@comment-36855838-20190712043057

I duck fast, and the two go soaring overhead.

"Hey, watch it! We humans are pretty delicate, you know!"

They turn to give me incredulous looks, their unvoiced question answered as they crash through pillars of stone unscathed.

The two resume their charges, this time aiming more carefully, and soon the Dragon stands before me, wings outstretched.

"Dibs," she cries.

"My cave, my man," the Griffon responds, hissing through a clenched jaw.

Crunch, munch, patter.

I snack on some popcorn, a few kernels tumbling to the cave floor.

"Want some ham?"

The Dragon turns, her eyes lit with a ravenous hunger.

I dig out a large bag of seasoned pig jerky, and she begins to slam her tail on the ground, head in my lap while I stroke her hair.

The Griffon looks on in bewildermentas I gently hand-feed the dragon, but heads back to guarding the ruby regardless.

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I suppose it goes without saying that using Dragon-nip is a bad Idea unless you can guarantee an endless supply, but I am far from a genius.

Once Delilah discovered the patch of scaly herbs, it took her all of five minutes to eat them all, and while she sat in the garden for about 24 hours straight staring at things which weren't really there, I spent my time putting as much of the now-meaningless distance between us as possible.