[He whispers back without taking his eyes off the dragon, for her sake. She sure seems afraid of it, after all.]
I didn't wanna hit the little fella. It's so small...
[Before Alfyn can come up with a part two to that plan, a Retriever-sized rainbow of feathers bounds past them all to snatch up the stick.]
What the--Graham, hey!
["Graham" ignores Alfyn and spits the stick out in front of the little dragon, lowering itself into a doglike play bow with its tail lashing from side to side.]
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I didn't wanna hit the little fella. It's so small...
[Before Alfyn can come up with a part two to that plan, a Retriever-sized rainbow of feathers bounds past them all to snatch up the stick.]
What the--Graham, hey!
["Graham" ignores Alfyn and spits the stick out in front of the little dragon, lowering itself into a doglike play bow with its tail lashing from side to side.]