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4. Your dragon takes a sharp turn to the left, roaring in anger as the base of his/her tail and right calf gets stained by a few loose strands falling from above. (+1)

Roll: 10/10
Total: 16 | 1 + 1 + 3 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 1 + 3 + 1 + 1


Mictecath gave a loud, angry roar as she felt the slap of yarn upon her tail and right leg.

This must be over! She seethed, eyes whirling with tinges of red. Frustrated was an understatement.

Shh, my sweet, it’s okay. Don’t get so worked up over a drill. We know what we need to improve… Nyara stroked her dragon, biting down her own anger at their shortcomings.