<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Cassandra</span></span><br/><br/>Cassie was pleased to find that the little dragon was enjoying the banana as much as he had enjoyed the tomato. It surprised her that he didn't seemed interested in eating meat. He was kind of like a fruit bat. A more lizard looking fruit bat, but their eating habits seemed similar. She supposed that was a good thing. At least he wouldn't want to chew on her if she didn't feed him quick enough. She didn't underestimate his small size. She had no doubt that he could be viscous if he wanted to be.<br/><br/>Cassie had quickly grown fond of that sweet chirping noise the little dragon made and she loved how observant he seemed to be and how he looked up at her when she spoke as though he could understand.<br/><br/>Maybe he did understand.<br/><br/>Cassie's eyes widened as he turned around and glared at her, nostrils flaring. She watched him push back onto his hind legs and bring himself to full height, his wings stretching out around him. They were really quite impressive in comparison to his small body and she felt a little nervous of him as the strange black misty swirled around his body. She wondered how he was making it but decided not to think too much about it. She didn't understand how he could be here. It was probably best not to worry herself too much about how he could do things when she was still wondering how he could<span style="font-style: italic">exist</span>at all.<br/><br/>"Definitely a boy," she decided in a whisper, gently and nervously touching her fingers against the top of his head. She was surprised to see him soften beneath her touch, becoming docile and sweet as he flopped onto the floor. She giggled in delight, stroking his head gently again because he seemed to like that. His scales were smooth and soft under her fingers but she imagined that they were more than sufficient in protecting his body. Either way, he felt pleasant to touch like a little kitten but without the fur.<br/><br/>"Oh, you're just too cute," she cooed, brushing her fingers gently down his back and then scratching gently under his chin. "My friends would die if they could see you. I'm so glad I decided to go to work today." She wondered what she was supposed to do now. Clearly she was not fit for taking care of a mythical creature. Maybe she should get in touch with the government but the thought of them taking him away to lock him up and experiment on him was too heartbreaking. She didn't want him to suffer. He was such a sweet little thing.<br/><br/>"I guess you're staying with me for now," she chuckled, her fingers moving lower to rub his belly. "Hmm, what to call you?" she wondered aloud, studying him intently for inspiration. "What about... Spitfire?" she suggested, though she didn't really know if he could, in fact, spit fire. "Or Fang? Or maybe I should just call you Cutie," she smirked. "Hmm, maybe something like Onyx since you're black..." she shrugged, undecided. She'd never had a pet before and she hadn't imagined it would be so difficult to choose the right name.