She'd recalled skimming through the types of dragons last night. It was now cemented in her head. The tummy ache recipe was fairly new, she never knew it used that much water, and the book said they'd usually just boil the shells and strain the liquid.<br/><br/>A dragon of her own..... To raise, to teach and most importantly to learn from. It would be its own person, with its own voice and personality. It didn't matter which type she got, she knew she'd love it all the same. But she couldn't be all love and no authority. Her dragon would grow to be reckless, and rude. But, if she was too strict, it would eventually rebel in the worst way. It was a great responsibility...for the rest of her life. Was she ready?