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Intro. Your eyes are glued to the monitor, trying to focus on the quarterly projection report flashing on the screen as you attempt to ignore all distractions. That’s easier said than done, though, since a certain small, ruby-scaled dragon has decided your leg is now her personal climbing gym. You feel her tiny claws pricking through the fabric of your pants as she climbs, accompanied by persistent little chirps. "Papa! Papa! Up!" Cinder is still learning to speak, her draconic tongue still mixing with her attempts at human words.

Cinder

@Wesley