Draw a Circle...

The wyvern stared at the gift inquisitively. “…how strange. Normally mortals try to steal from my horde, not add onto it.” 

“…I hate those…things.” He grumbled. “Makes it hard to stretch my wings properly but attacking them would only bring unwanted attention to myself.” 

The wyvern stared at the gift inquisitively. “…how strange. Normally mortals try to steal from my horde, not add onto it.” 

He suddenly shot back down into his lair. A short time later, the distant roar of an airplane was heard in the sky. 

Romano went to answer his door. “Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here. Come in.”

Romano went to answer his door. “Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here. Come in.”

The wyvern stared at the gift inquisitively. “…how strange. Normally mortals try to steal from my horde, not add onto it.” 

The wyvern flew around in the sky, stretching his great wings.

The wyvern stared at the gift inquisitively. “…how strange. Normally mortals try to steal from my horde, not add onto it.” 

He took flight, shooting up into the sky. 

The wyvern stared at the gift inquisitively. “…how strange. Normally mortals try to steal from my horde, not add onto it.” 

He rumbled and spread his wings, gold coins flying everywhere.

He gasped softly and smiled. “Beautiful..”

The wyvern stared at the gift inquisitively. “…how strange. Normally mortals try to steal from my horde, not add onto it.” 

“…I suppose you may. I will have to make an entryway for you. Most mortals would flee the first chance they got.”

“But you’ve been a marvelous host, despite the sudden surprise visit.”

The wyvern stared at the gift inquisitively. “…how strange. Normally mortals try to steal from my horde, not add onto it.” 

“Then use it. I have no need for those specific scrolls. This is my home.”

“What if I wish to visit you again..? Is that allowed?”

The wyvern stared at the gift inquisitively. “…how strange. Normally mortals try to steal from my horde, not add onto it.” 

He hummed and searched through his horde. “I know…” he mumbled, as if he was trying to find something. He pulled out an old scroll and handed it to him. “This was a scroll of return home. I do not know if the magic remains in it or not…”

Kiku looked to the scroll and gently took it. “It is... I think I can use it.”

The wyvern stared at the gift inquisitively. “…how strange. Normally mortals try to steal from my horde, not add onto it.” 

“Of course not. Since you have given tribute to me, I will aid you.” He shifted to lay down. “Hop on, small one.”

He tensed up and took a step back. “I-I.. would rather not fly... And how would I return to bring more..?”

The wyvern stared at the gift inquisitively. “…how strange. Normally mortals try to steal from my horde, not add onto it.” 

The wyvern sat up and shook the gold coins off his body. “Interesting. I thought the entrances were sealed up long ago by time.” He looked up. “The only way out is up.”

“Oh... Does that mean I’m stuck..?”

The wyvern stared at the gift inquisitively. “…how strange. Normally mortals try to steal from my horde, not add onto it.” 

“And that’s a good lesson to learn.” The wyvern carefully took the necklace…and tossed it behind him, the necklace landing on some pile of gold. “Now, how did you get into my lair?”

“I walked in...” He wasn’t sure how else to say it. 

The wyvern stared at the gift inquisitively. “…how strange. Normally mortals try to steal from my horde, not add onto it.” 

Kiku stared up at the dragon, holding out the necklace. “Well.. I was taught to respect dragons.”

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