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Oh Aura could just see the trouble that would happen between these two. Giving another sigh she looked to Esmeralda then crouched down to her level. A hand raised to wipe at the girls tears. "Don't cry now. Ecara isn't like other little girls. She's different. You have to be careful what you do around her because there are a lot of things that she doesn't get to meaning of. Like when you kiss her, in her mind, it means something different than what you mean by it." Aura patted the girl on the head and stood back up. Well she couldn't make Ecara like Esmeralda but she could at least explain things and hope for the best.

Ecara had turned her attention to the fridge, fetching herself an orange and now sitting the on the floor peeling it. She didn't like being chastised, let alone because of Esmeralda, who was on Ecara's turf.

Elias kneeled down to his daughter's level, and said as he patted her on the head. "Lady Aura's right, she is wolf you are snake, snakes like touch wolves don't, why don't you invite her to try a little game of rodo with you, she might like the more physical things." he said as he popped back up, "Does she like physical sports?" Elias asked to Lady Aura, not really knowing what to do to stop those two from arguing.



"Thanks Lady Auara." she said as he wiped the tears from he face, and upon hearing her father's suggestion she light up like a christmass tree. She slowly approached the younger Ecara, "Do you want to learn to play the rodo?" Esmeralda asked hoping that Ecara would answer yes. Esmeralda looked up at the magic that Cymarron was showing her, but her instinct of a snake, took over, she ctouched in front, of Ecara trying to protect her from a threat, and baring her fangs spit, a very large wad of vemon, straight at one of the translucent rhinos, but instead hit her father's leg


"What the....oww" Elias as the acid ate through his pant leg.

Vik's peacful slumber was suddenly cut off when a certain someone decided to start stomping on his bed. Vik creaked open one of his eyes. Seeing that it was only Munalisk, he pulled the covers over his head and tried to ignore it.
After so many months away, Munalisk's stubbornness has not been detered. If he wanted something, he went through great lengths to get it. And now, he wanted to get out of the room. "Get up already! I want out! I want out!" He started kicking the lump he presumed to be Vik's head.
Vik lifted the covers just enough so he could see Munalisk eye to eye. "You want out? There's the door. Use it!" He then flipped over onto his side, almost knocing Munalisk onto the floor.
"But it's locked!" Munalisk took flight and started pounding Vik's head with his tiny fists.
"Then unlock it!"
"With what?" Munalisk held both of his hands in front of him. They both were rounded off at the end where the fingers should be.
"Holy crap, Munalisk?" Vik said, sitting up to get a better look, "Did someone chop them off or did they just disappear one day?"
"No. The skin just grew between them. I had webbed hands for about a week before my fingers disappeared alltogether. It's common for dragons to go through this stage. It makes way for the claws to grow in."
"Oh. That's a relief. So, how long is this thing going to last?"
"Probably a few years."
"So during that time, I have to do all the things that require gripping?"
"Oh, I can grip stuff, just not as well. Opening a door is one thing I can't handle."
"Fine. I was planning to get something to eat anyways."
Vik kicked the covers off and walked out into the hall, Munalisk glided gracefully behind him. "Hey, all!" he said, walking into the kitchen. "Look who the cat dragged in. No pun intended." He directed the last statement at Cymarron.
"Howdy!"

"My children came pretrained." Nelphean said calmly, as he smiled. He zaped the bowl and fork clean, and replaced them from where he got them. He turned towards the crowd, "I think I am going to go endulge myself to some reading." The elf bowed, and as he was about to leave, he felt himself suddenly get lighter... "now who on earth would want to.."

"But Father, I missed you ever so much, why must you always run away from me?" Nelphean had pratically appeared in the room, but the small gust of wind blowing his cloak and scarf wildly would be proof of his entry. "Then again, are you my father, or are you my brother, or are you simply a cowardly me?" The elf said melodically.

Cymarron nodded at Vik, then looked at the smaller dragon.

"Did you bring Cymarron something to eat?"

His tial dropped the book as he shifted weight to look around better, absently coiling around Nailah's calf lightly, as it often did with Aura. he sat quietly after asking his question, almost like waiting for a command.

"That's it? I'm gone for 5 months and that's all I get? Is your hospitality running low or are you still mad about the hole I punched in your floor?"
"Shut up. You're lucky that she can stand being in the same room with you, much less letting you live here." He then turned to Cymarron. "I don't think you would want to eat him. I imagine he tastes foul, like a mix of old leather and gasoline."
"Munalisk stuck his tongue out at Cymarron for the comment and then scowled at Vik for the response. He landed carefully on Vik's shoulder and looked around the room, seeing several new faces. The first person he noticed was the girl hiding behind Aura's leg. "Hey? Who's that kid?" He tilted his head to the side to get a better look at her. "Why does she have a tail? Do all human babies have tails? If so, where are their tails?" He pointed at Tyler and then at Esmerelda.

Cymarron's eyes watched the little dragon, and the second it was distracted, grabbed him off Vik's shoulder and tried gnawing on it's leg.

"Let us see if it is foul tasting. and what is gasoline?"

""Gah!" Cymarron caught him off gaurd. Before he realized what was happening, several sharp teeth were already embedded in his legg. "What the hell is you problem?!?!?" He screamed, jabbing both of Cymarron's eyes with his finger=less hands.
"Cymarron! Let go of him, now! He's not a chew toy!" He hoped Munalisk had enough sense not to go into gaurdian mode. He would grow big enough to split Cymarron's Jaw apart.