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A boy and his dragon (Telios, Robin)

Jepitha got in the kitchen. He made himself some soup and got a bottle of milk for Mir. He held the bottle out. "Here."
 
Soon Mir finished the milk bottle and set it onto the counter. "I'm full..." Mir breathes out in satisfaction.
 
Mir laid down on his cushion and curled up. He laid down and with his tail ove his eyes, he slowly fell asleep.
 
Jepitha sighed when he finished his soup. He got up and stretched. He took off his gauntlets, chest plate, and cape. He walked over to his closet and pulled out a dummy. He took a deep breathe and got in his stance and started practicing.
 
Jepitha practice for a hour. He looked out his window and the moon was up. "Time for bed." He said to himself. He climbed into his bed and fell asleep.
 
Next morning, the sun was just rising, Mir woke up and yawned. He stretched and hovered up, looking around the room.
 
Jepitha shrugged. "Good I guess." He sat up and stretched his back. He popped his neck. Which popped a dozen times on each side.
 
(Yes we should.)


Jepitha nodded. "Sure thing. Today's Sunday. So that means family breakfast." He stood up. "Let's go."
 
Jepitha walked in the kitchen and got some milk for Mir. After that he walked into the dining room and his parents were there. "Morning mother. Morning father." They both nodded. "Morning son." His father said. "Morning Jepitha." His mother said.
 
Mir was drinking milk when Jepitha greeted who seemingly his parents. Mir just kept silent and watched.
 
Jepitha's father saw Mir and spoke. "Is that your dragon?" Jepitha nodded and sat down. "Yes he is. His name is Mir." His mother smiled. "He's beautiful."<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_07/57a8bfafb58b4_Theking.jpg.13059682038f36da41c5787a778cb652.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="23194" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_07/57a8bfafb58b4_Theking.jpg.13059682038f36da41c5787a778cb652.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p><p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_07/Queen-blond.jpg.f57c61988778fa396fdafee2a3432a9f.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="23195" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2014_07/Queen-blond.jpg.f57c61988778fa396fdafee2a3432a9f.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>



 

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"Um... Thanks Ma'am..." Mir finished the milk and set the bottle down before thanking Jepitha's mom shyly.
 

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