“Is your dragon red or green?”

He looks up

with an arched brow.

“You know,

those are evil dragons.”

She smiled, unaware.

He continued on.

“I’d rather my dragon

be silver or gold.”

She lowered her head

having learned once more.

But a red dragon

would be sublime,

and she’d love to see

a green dragon in the sky.

But silver it is this time.

It’s what he’d prefer,

falling on the good side.

And he teases me

for being lawful good!

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