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Wow. She's almost one year old.

[His eyes went wide.] Me, a d-- No, no, I mean, my pet. My dragon. Curie.

[But with that explanation given, he couldn't help but stare a little at the masked person standing before him. In his experience, masks when it wasn't Halloween? Very rarely a good thing.] I-- um. Who... are you?

I am the Redeemer.

Where do you get a pet dragon?

[The Redeemer. A chill went up his spine and his stomach clenched as he remembered looking past a gun barrel into the eyes of someone who had declared himself an archangel. At once, he wanted to throw up and feel the smooth freedom of dilaudid in his veins-- But he swallowed tightly before answering the question that had been so simply asked. He couldn't let himself think about Tobias Hankel. Not now. He needed his confidence.]

I found her egg in a bush. It was wiggling so I knew whatever was inside was still alive. After she hatched, she... kind of bonded with me. And I've been taking care of her ever since.

Wow...

Yeah, she is kind of wow. [That, at least, he could smile over.] And I think she's about as big as she's going to grow.

How big is she?

[That answer came easily enough as Spencer put out the mental call - and then, popping into being on his shoulder was a small black dragon, tail and all making her less than two feet long. She sank her claws just enough into Reid's sweatervest to keep herself from falling as she looked, evaluating, at the person speaking to her human.]

This big.

A whole year old. Isn't she just the cutest.

[Her tail lashed. There was something about this person that she just wasn't sure about, and neither was Reid. He reached up to lay a hand over her wings. It was the mask. It had to be.]

Yeah, she is. And, um. I need to get home and see to it she gets fed, so... uh. Pardon me, and... thanks for talking?

Alrighty. See you later.

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