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"Yeah, but still. I ought to remember which arm is hurt so I stop messing with it, huh?" Triston asked with a grin. He knelt down and stretched out a hand to a nearby Gronkle, smiling when the dragon gently rubbed against it. He chuckled and glanced up at Lambi. "These guys really are cute. With any luck, we won't have to move them."
Then he glances over to Tide, who's surrounded by the heavy dragons, and he giggles. "Er - but on the off chance we did need to move them, have any tricks for that? Tide and I haven't met many Gronkles."
Then he glances over to Tide, who's surrounded by the heavy dragons, and he giggles. "Er - but on the off chance we did need to move them, have any tricks for that? Tide and I haven't met many Gronkles."