((gosh darn dragon sickness))
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TOPIC | Secret of the Pearl [Private]
Ripple inhaled deeply, letting the cool night air fill her lungs. She dreaded what was to come next. She stared down at her faded pear, discusted that her father was forcing her to do this. Not only was licking a pearl that you have been hauling around all day unsanitary, in can downright lead to diseases such as pearl flu or grey scale....
Ripple inhaled deeply, letting the cool night air fill her lungs. She dreaded what was to come next. She stared down at her faded pear, discusted that her father was forcing her to do this. Not only was licking a pearl that you have been hauling around all day unsanitary, in can downright lead to diseases such as pearl flu or grey scale....
But then again, pearl catchers who do not regularly clean and maintain their pearls get can get even worse diseases in the long run...
Ripple picked up her pear, rolling it around in her talons. After taking another deep breath of fresh, cool air, she pressed her snout against the pearl, and licked it.
It tasted absolutely horrible.
She had to continue though, if she wanted her father to not get angry with her in the mourning if she was caught trying to go to the library without permission.
She licked it again, much lighter this time, and a thin black sheen appeared on its surface, like glaze on pottery.
She had to continue though, if she wanted her father to not get angry with her in the mourning if she was caught trying to go to the library without permission.
She licked it again, much lighter this time, and a thin black sheen appeared on its surface, like glaze on pottery.
It tasted absolutely horrible.
She had to continue though, if she wanted her father to not get angry with her in the mourning if she was caught trying to go to the library without permission.
She licked it again, much lighter this time, and a thin black sheen appeared on its surface, like glaze on pottery.
She had to continue though, if she wanted her father to not get angry with her in the mourning if she was caught trying to go to the library without permission.
She licked it again, much lighter this time, and a thin black sheen appeared on its surface, like glaze on pottery.
