Quote from: LorenniaNailo on Apr 10, 2025, 02:27 PMInstead of answering him directly, I lick my thumb and rub at the unrecognizable-to-anyone-else smudge following his mother, rubbing off a layer of unobtrusive paint and revealing the wingless dragon (yellow-orange in reality, but of course not in black and white) following us both.-"Any idea what happened to this little guy? I rather hope Jarlonethrian didn't abandon your mother the way he was threatening to," my voice stern but directed at the dragon (former) whelp, wherever he might be, "especially after he was such a miserable little git while we crossed the desert." I relented a bit. "Understandable, in retrospect, given his wing stubs weren't fully healed and the sand kept getting into everything, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't have left him behind if your mother didn't stop me."