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Zag looked around, taking in her surroundings. They scared her, but she didn't want the others to know it. In an attempt to hide her fear, Zag looked down to examine the dragon at her feet. It was the blackest black with red speckles spread randomly across its back. Its eyes looked pink, but maybe they were just reflecting the sky. If it stopped stooping to nudge her leg, it could probably at least match her height, which was 5'5". The dragon looked up at her, then rose up to its full height, which was well over her own. Zag's eyes widened. Was this creature hostile? Or just big?
She laughed nervously and stood on tiptoe to try to pet the dragon between his ears. She tensed, expecting to feel immense pain take over her body, but instead she felt only the creature's hot breath as it nuzzled her arm. It looked expectantly at her when she stopped.
Well, it's going to need a name. What do you name a dragon? Zag asked herself. She didn't even know it was a boy or a girl, but she decided to name it Zig, after her late twin brother, anyway. Zag remembered begging her mother every night to change her name to something normal, something other than Zag. When she was younger, she had liked being Zig and Zag, but as she grew older, she grew more sensible, and learned to hate the name. She almost changed her dragon's name for this reason, but decided against it. Because dragon's are different than humans, she thought. And I think I'd like to be Zig and Zag again.
"Alrighty, your name is Zig! Are you okay with that, Zig?" she asked.
The dragon lifted its head to the sky and blasted fire from its mouth toward the clouds.
"Is that a yes or a no? Let's pretend it's a yes," Zag said.
She laughed nervously and stood on tiptoe to try to pet the dragon between his ears. She tensed, expecting to feel immense pain take over her body, but instead she felt only the creature's hot breath as it nuzzled her arm. It looked expectantly at her when she stopped.
Well, it's going to need a name. What do you name a dragon? Zag asked herself. She didn't even know it was a boy or a girl, but she decided to name it Zig, after her late twin brother, anyway. Zag remembered begging her mother every night to change her name to something normal, something other than Zag. When she was younger, she had liked being Zig and Zag, but as she grew older, she grew more sensible, and learned to hate the name. She almost changed her dragon's name for this reason, but decided against it. Because dragon's are different than humans, she thought. And I think I'd like to be Zig and Zag again.
"Alrighty, your name is Zig! Are you okay with that, Zig?" she asked.
The dragon lifted its head to the sky and blasted fire from its mouth toward the clouds.
"Is that a yes or a no? Let's pretend it's a yes," Zag said.