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Hazel heard the trio long before she could see them.
The Bogsneak was by her pond, meditating in the moonlight when it happened. A chorus of snapping branches and crunching leaves punctuated with the voices of young dragon shushing each other filled the brisk night air. This was followed by the sound of birds, beasts, and bugs fleeing the cacophony created by the intruders. Hazel turned her head slightly towards the forest and opened an eye.
“Is it that time of the year already?” she hissed. A loud yelp followed by “HUSH” came from the direction of the forest as if in response.
A devious smile crept across her face as she adjusted her hat. Satisfied it wasn’t going to fly off into the pond like the last time, Hazel broke into a sprint back towards her home.
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Hazel’s tongue flicked in and out of her mouth as she watched the three adolescents approach her hollow and the cave network she called home. A questioning chirp drew her attention to the small family of Emerald Cave Jewels surrounding her.
“Yes, my dears,” she said. “Just like last year.” The glowing creatures sat up on their rear legs, chattering and chirping excitedly to each other about the game they were going to play with their new visitors. “Quickly now, before they’re close enough to see your lights. Save it for the tunnels.” She watched their glowing forms scamper into the undergrowth before turning to her next Familiar.
“And you,” Hazel hissed, lowering her head so she was eye to eye with her Corpse Cleaner. “Sprains, stubbed toes, scrapes and bruises are acceptable injuries. Broken wings are not. I am not having a ‘little chat’ with the locals again because of your...enthusiasm." Hazel bared her teeth at her Familiar, "Do you understand me?”
The segmented insectoid managed to look a little ashamed before nodding their head.
“Good. And as for the rest of you, you know what to do. Now go, they’re almost here.” Hazel turned her attention to the approaching racket as the living fungus, truffles, and bats scattered.
“Are you SURE old lady Hazel ain’t real?” one of the dragons whined.
“Yeah, and I’m gonna prove it! Stop being such a hatchling! That droopy old dragon ain’t nothing but a story!”
“What? I am not that old,” she muttered, a bit louder than she intended as she slid deeper into the shadows behind her.
Three dragon heads swiveled in her direction, eyes wide with surprise. But the only thing they could see was a pair of glowing green eyes fading into darkness as a low chuckle surrounded them...
From your lair, who are the three (3) teenaged dragons?
What made them want to explore the legend of 'old lady Hazel'?
What happens to them while in Hazel's hollow?
What made them want to explore the legend of 'old lady Hazel'?
What happens to them while in Hazel's hollow?
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