#silly musing

It became Marisol and her brother against the world until something something maybe their family got over it worked things out? Tis 911 they like doing that this season.

And now when she comes back she ends up wingmaning her brother into getting a date with the hot fire fighter who helped save him, and came around to help her fix up her home after the poked holes in it.

Imagine fire dragons used to heat rooms, stoves, houses; large ones in snug cellar dens, their copper coins and geodes piled around them, and when you want to host a winter ball, you lure it upstairs to warm the ballroom before the guests arrive.  Smaller ones that wrap around a pot of chocolate or a baby’s bottle.  Cat-sized ones that loaf in the oven, playing with shiny river rocks and breathing a little flame to toast the bread (as long as you give them a well-buttered slice of their own).  Specially bred magma dragons that live in forges and melt iron, accepting only sun-gems and the occasional diamond as their due.  Babies that curl around necks like scarves for windy winter days, or snuggle under blankets to keep feet warm.  

 Ice dragons lairing in insulated buildings to keep food cool; they like sapphires and rubies best, and silver chains to run through their claws.  If you have three of them you can get ice even in the depths of summer, and a courting trio will build intricate sculptures and breathtaking frost patterns to woo one another.  If your ice dragon is in just the right mood, you can let it go for a swim in a pond and have a skating party that doesn’t need coats, but it can take up to a week before the ice melts and the dragon comes home again.  

 Acid-spitters are beloved of artists, sculptors, and chemists, but only the smallest ones are in demand; they’re too dangerous when they get larger, no matter how tame they are.  Oddly enough this sort prefers to hoard glass, but it makes them a perfect fit with glassblowers and etchers.  The best artwork is signed with both the name of the artist and the name of the dragon.  

If the band, Ghost, were cats, what type of tails do you think each would have?

Stranger: “I hear you’re not that tough”

Dasacht pulls a bowie knife out of his neck Jason Voorhees style.

the default confident, brash, mischivious man everyone has to put up with..

but if you break that he just becomes so awkward he can barely function as a human being.