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THE QUEEN AND HER DRAGON iloveyou

  A curious smile came to his lips, a skill in  observation a knack from childhood. Survival instinct now turned to the far more pleasant  task of just --- enjoying people. Sometimes  his thoughts were given to mocking, others  he merely enjoyed the feeling of isolation that came when he realized none really and truly saw him.                " You're the first person to stop.                  First one to notice at all ---."   Within the callused hand was cupped a tiny bird, the feathers still fluffy from youth,  the beak opened wide, a fallen nest lay  underneath the nearby tree. What had  driven him to rescue the creature -- he  wasn't entirely sure. Except that he felt, without a doubt. That it was almost time. That within the day -- it would fly.  And so he had been unable to walk past without offering his protection.