[ Oh, it's this lady again. Who is being "viciously" attacked by a tiny pink dragon. This seems a bit like fate - if Nimona believed in fate, that is. Wings sprout from Nimona's back, and she flies after the dragon. Hovering between it and Benedikta. ]
Look, a tasty hand. Why don't you chew on that for a while?
[ The "teen" is offering out her hand to the tiny dragon. ]
i. forever late
Look, a tasty hand. Why don't you chew on that for a while?
[ The "teen" is offering out her hand to the tiny dragon. ]