[Drogon. Mai pauses a moment. She mostly worked with the fledglings but she wasn't a stranger to the older dragons either. Her brows perk up as she places just which one that may be, a new face among all the older ones.]
The one with all the spikes on his face?
[Not that Wyvern's dragons were without them but it's the first thing that sticks out in her mind. She reaches up for the little one on her shoulder, bending to settle him down on the ground gently.]
I've been working here for three months now. I'm Mai.
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The one with all the spikes on his face?
[Not that Wyvern's dragons were without them but it's the first thing that sticks out in her mind. She reaches up for the little one on her shoulder, bending to settle him down on the ground gently.]
I've been working here for three months now. I'm Mai.