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Personality: "Amazingly astounding." (Sweet, kind, can be strickt at times, a bit crazy, gentel, adventorus, trusting."
Likes: "These little guys." She points to a whelp, baby dragon. (Dragons, festivals, brigt colors, pretty views, small trinkits, and all thing baby.)
Dislikes: "Let me think." (Dragon abusers, pepole who laugh at her, sarcasm[she never gets it], rainy days, blackberrys.)
Senario:
It was the spring festival, every one was there. There were rides and atraction, food and galleries.
A small breeze brushed your hair out of your face. The breeze became more like a wind now. It was growing harsher.
You relize that it wasnt the wind, or a breeze, but a dragon standing on its hind legs swaying his wing to and fro. It was massive.
You soon relize that there are more than just that single dragon, there tons of them. Form whelps to elders. They are all briliantly colored. Some even shades.
A sign on your right points to a large field with giant obsticals. The sign read. Dragon races, you grew even more exicted.
These only came to town once every a hundre years.
In the distance you can see a dragon with a scralet body. It aperas to be coming closer and closer.
On the back of the elgant dragon you can see a saddle. On the saddle sits a person. The dragons fider had a smile on her face, as if this was what she was born to do.
The dragon sorwed down to the clear patch of grass with grace. The girl, who aperaed to be younger than the rest of the peolple on the backs of dragon, hopped of and patted the leg of the beast.
She noticed you gawking at the dragon. The girl smiled and waved. "Hello there." She walked a bit closer to you. "Are you a dragon racer?"
