Room 504, Sunday Night

[intraspective]

Ino was sprawled out in her jammies, hair damp against her skull, and idly rereading her notes on the latest things her father wanted her to practice on.

Nibbling on candy (she'd totally got it on sale and ha, it was just as good bought as it would've been had she gone around to get it), Ino was in a good mood.

From the candy, from the studying, from what she'd gotten up to today?

Totally all of the above.

[Open door, open post!]

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[raspberryturk]

"Maybe," Reno mused, but if that's the case, then they get bigger, meaner, and uglier, an' they learn a whole shitload of new spells. Might be that they live in the Northern Cave, too, an' the mako there made 'em change. Either way, they ain't like any other dragon I ever saw. Monsters kinda work funny, like that."

They defied logic and reason. If they made sense, then they wouldn't be monsters, would they?

"From there, I guess we got deenglows, flapbeats, wind wings, lessaloploth, and rapps." He was ticking them off on his fingers as he went, with the phone sitting on his chest as he leaned back even farther. His seat was going to topple backward, at this rate. But at least there was speakerphone? "Ironites are kinda dragon-like, and so are them big critters than the Hell Rider VR2s ride on. Oh, an' I totally managed to forget about the Ancient dragons and Ark dragons. Too many friggin' dragons. I don't think I'm half done, yet."