"Stop it, Canith, stop fussing!" you hear a young girl cry as she holds a small blue dragon. "Canith!"
You introduce yourself, and she looks up at you, tiredly. She smiles weakly and guestures for you to sit on an uncomfortable nearby rock.
"I am Rolan, rider and bondmate to Canith here," she smiles as she boast him. "I know it is strange."
"What is?" you ask.
She laughs. "Why, that a blue dragon would impress to a girl! They are suppose to impress to males, but they do not do it all the time...once in a blue moon, they claim. So, there was a blue moon."
"Oh," you comment, feeling silly. "Umm, what are you doing?"
"Oiling him," she says. "Whenever he itches I oil him so that his hide will be okay. It's a part of the natural growing process, you know?"
You decide to press on, seeing as Rolan seems busy.
Return the the Entrance of the Layr
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