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[yourattention]

psa: dont fuckin come near my house for the foreseeable future (aka like at least a month) bc mistakes were made and things are kind of on fire

literally

they are literally on fire

no i dont need help i know what im doing

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immediately to action because what is chill for this kid

[demonpuppy]

[Okay, so Chip has leaned after last month that APPARENTLY, everyone else on this dumb island thinks that dragons are just big lizards, and not the massive, utterly terrifying and awe-inspiring manifestations of nature they really are. One big dumb scaly monster thing and a whole bunch of other littler ones running around and everyone was calling them the wrong thing and--]

[Anyway.]

[They hear 'dragon' over the Stones and they're about to be really mad again, but...a little tiny bit of hope sparks. Maybe this one is a real dragon? Connor isn't saying anything about scales or wings or dumb lizard stuff and the only magic is fire again, but...maybe?]

[Anyway there's definitely a little kid sneaking around outside and trying to find a way past the Trap Hell.]

[yourattention]

[Here is the problem with Connor's house: he has a bunch of bludrocs living under his house that he taught to act like a doorbell. That wasn't actually the intended outcome, but the end result is that if you approach it the house, the bludrocs scream. The bludrocs screaming means that his new pet dragon perks the fuck up because the new hoard is under attack and it hasn't learned to differentiate between visitors and attackers.

So anyway what I'm saying is there's an baby about the size of - it's like the size of a miniature horse or a wolf. It would very much like for Chip to go away, because this is its house and you're bothering the bird friends.]

[demonpuppy]

[Well, a tiny bit of good news is that the baby looks enough like a '''proper''' dragon that Chip isn't immediately angry at it for existing!]

[The bad news is that they are absolutely staring death in the face and they have poor snap judgement skills.]

[So they of course holler for their life and instinctively throw a messy fear spell at it before jumping for one of the trees with their Pauldron.]