Boingo
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Jericho wandered through the forrest aimlessly staring at the scenery around him. It was a beautiful place, magnificent trees and wild flowers of all sorts growing around every corner, though the section he was walking through was darker - the trees were much thicker in this part and the sun was blotted out by them. He enjoyed the darkness though. Too much sun hurt his eyes. Plus, Zandor preferred it darker as well. His little green dragon perched on his right shoulder looking tired. "How do you feel today, Zandor? You're awfully quiet." The palm-sized dragon lifted his tiny head and looked up at Jericho, then it spoke. In any other world this would have been unthinkable. In fact, having a dragon at all would have been strange, but in Viridia talking animals are common and Jericho was unaffected by this. Plus, he had had Zandor for a few years and he was accustomed to the raspy, slow speech his dragon often used. "I'm just fine, Jericho. Perhaps, a bit more bored than usual. There's nothing to do anymore...no one to talk to." Jericho smiled, then responded to his closest friend. "It's alright, Zandor. I promise we'll find a friend soon. School starts up again tomorrow, remember? There will be a lot of people there. Zandor just huffed. "That's what you said last year, and still nobody." Jericho smiled, knowing he was right. "Okay, so I'm not the best at making new friends. So what?" Zandor lowered his head again and closed his eyes, preparing to rest again. "Yeah. Well it would be nice to talk to someone besides you every once in a while." Jericho laughed and Zandor slowly drifted off into sleep as they continued on through the forrest.