---

Scal pulled a face. She doubted she was descended from anyone called Scallion, that was surely all her mother's doing. Then her face fell into an expression of confusion and doubt. Had she just heard that right?

You have a dragon?! Surely she didn't have a real whole-ass dragon as a pet? She knew there couldn't be any way Gwyn had some mystically tame domesticated dragon she took for walks on a chain but that's what her brain was trying to sell to her. Maybe they did secretly domesticate dragons here though? Maybe that was the research, how to tame dragons? That would make sense why she'd been offered a place, animals seemed to inherently trust her for no obvious reason, particularly magical ones. Maybe she smelled good to them? She'd never been able to figure it out. Could she have her own dragon too one day?

---

Outfit | Tag: Gwyn Conway | Notes: