<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Cassandra</span></span><br/><br/>Cassie jumped when the little dragon suddenly appeared on top of the fridge, knocking down he cards she'd had up there. She didn't really mind and giggled, thinking about how bizarre it was to see something she had considered a legend, sitting on top of her fridge. She opened the door and peered inside, hoping to find something to feed it. She reached for a packet of ham but froze when she felt him hopping onto her head. She didn't dare move as it jumped lithely onto her shoulder and then scurried down her arm and into the fridge. She still wasn't entirely sure it was capable of and she didn't fancy getting attacked for upsetting it.<br/><br/>The dragon was lighter than she would have expected and moved with easy grace. She was surprised by how neatly it could tuck it's wings away when it wasn't using them, considering they were so big in comparison to it's body.<br/><br/>"Oh, you want a tomato?" she asked as it pushed it out of the fridge and proceeded to attack it on the floor at her feet. She watched it pounce on it like a cat with a mouse and then munch away whenever it got a chance. There was quite a mess on her floor but she was too enthralled to care about that. It was really quite an adorable little thing and she turned back to the fridge to remove a banana and see if the creature would enjoy that as well. She peeled it a little and then set it on the floor, imagining it might like to get the fruit out of the skin itself. She shut the fridge and moved to the sink to fill it with warm water so she could clean the floor, pulling off her jacket on the way. She set it down over the back of the chair and watched him while she waited for the sink to fill, smiling fondly.<br/><br/>"Where did you come from?" she wondered aloud, shutting off the tap and bending down onto her hands and knees as she wiped up what was left of the tomato. "I'll have to give you a name." She sat back on her legs, studying it's black scales and flickering tail in fascination. "Are you a boy or a girl, I wonder?" She wasn't sure how she would be able to tell, even if she did work up the courage to pick the little creature up. The way it had presented itself to her when she'd first saw it in the street lead her to believe it was male. He had puffed out his chest like some male animals did when they were trying to impress a female of their species. She chuckled a little at that and carefully reached a hand out towards the dragon. She wanted desperately to stroke it's head and see what those glossy scales felt like but she was reluctant to touch it, too. It had seemed friendly and gentle enough when it had licked her nose but she couldn't be sure what would agitate it.