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"Oh no..."

Pláce stared at the scattered papers in despair. Hours of neatly stacking the stories, gone in only a few moments. With a huff, she began picking them up again, putting them onto piles by genre.

Her, for a lack of better words, lackluster memory certainly didn't help, however; while most of the stories were labeled as "Non-fiction," "Bibliography," and so on and so forth, a fraction of them simply had titles, nothing more. No other labels could be found on the manuscripts, which was due to Pláce forgetting to label them as she usually did. So, after reorganizing the papers (and remembering to tie them up in groups of 100, this time) Pláce sat in a bean-bag, holding a small selection of the unlabeled stories, and a pen. There would not be any lost adventures in her library, no sir.

At least, that's what Pláce wanted. She had a habit of collecting random books and (mainly) loose manuscripts (probably due to her grandfather, who was a nocturne that had been raised by guardians). It was time-consuming, but Pláce was determined to keep her "library" in order.

With a satisfied sigh, she picked up the first story; a stack of papers tied together with string running through three holes on one side. These stories aren't going to sort themselves!

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So I was told by the forums to write something on the spot and this is what I came up with.


"So." Eddie said, startling everyone in the room. "Is anyone going to explain to me why Fulgurite is made entirely of sand?"

The main cavern of the lair was filled with a sudden, uncomfortable air as everyone shuffled in place. Fulgurite, the dragon in question, raised a brow. No one had ever really questioned Fulgurite on the matter. Now that it was mentioned, however, they all needed to know. Everyone turned to him, waiting for him to speak.

"Well." Fulgurite responded. "I'll gladly tell you, as soon as you tell me why your boyfriend and his kid can shapeshift? Not exactly a draconic trait, I would say."

Eddie's fur puffed up in embarrassment, and he glanced at Venom. Venom, who had previously been uninterested in the conversation, glared at Fulgurite and Eddie "You two, cut it out. It's not like we don't live with a mirror who charms every other clan in the area. He told us himself he couldn't remember if he was actually a dragon or not! These things should be commonplace at this point." Venom flicked his tail impatiently.

Everyone else in the room silently, yet unanimously, decided not to ask anything like that again.

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I love the accent I gave Raja I need to write him talking to people now.


I sat at my desk, counting the glittering treasure as they fell from my hand one by one. The hoard in this place was spotless, everything neatly shelved and categorized in my little book, and I was happy with what I did. Opening the small book, I began writing in the lairs autobiography again. You never know when you will need an account of what happens when.

I clean up any new additions to our little collection of odds and ends, I almost exclusively handle the coins and gems we used to barter with other clans (I think the gemstones are a variant of moonstone, from my comparisons with those other gems brought in), and I'm the one who goes out and barters for items the clan needs. Truly, it's one of the best jobs a dragon can have!

Crash!

That is, until something breaks.

"Alright!" I shout, closing my little diary. I'll finish that entry after I deal with this nonsense. I marched into the main hall. "Which one of you's broke what. Better not 'ave been somethin' pricey!" I look at the shattered pottery and treasure scattered on the floor, and the dragons that surrounded it. I counted five; Primrose, Tidepool, Noman, Bau, and Riot looked at me with an array of expressions. "...Didja just break a pot?"

Primrose bristled slightly. "There was treasure in it, and it needed to come out." She defended. Like I wasn't going to figure that out.

"But its a pot? Don't it 'ave a hole in the top?"
"the lid was jammed."
"The lid was- Well couldnt you 'ave muscled it off of somethin'?"
"We tried."
"Ya know ya could've done this outside, right?"

Riot interrupted our argument. "Yeah, but this is more fun." He shrugged. "Is that against the law now, or what?"

My frustration died down a little, but not much. "Fine. But somebody's gotta clean this up, 'cause I sure as Shade ain't doin' it. I'll take the coins, though. They'll need to be counted 'n such." Everyone nodded in agreement as I quickly scooped up the dozen or so treasure. I made my way back into the hoard, jotting down the extra cash in my calculations.

"Who in Sornieth breaks a pot jus' to get some coins? Damn crazy, the lot of us."

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