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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">I TOOK MY LOVE DOWN TO VIOLET HILL<br/>
THERE WE SAT IN THE SNOW<br/>
ALL THAT TIME SHE WAS SILENT STILL</span></span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 9px"><span style="color: #544A41"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #9D612B">Amused enough to even laugh at the surprise of the wyrmling,</span></span></span> Sbatarra could only smile and shake her head.  It wasn't often that she was so entertained by another creature, but she supposed if anything could make her giggle and grin, it'd be a dragon, old or young.  In this case, <i>very</i> young.  Clearing her throat, the drow slowly came to sit down, bringing herself closer to the wyrmling's face, where she could study the scaled creature a bit better.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"Your father is a wise dragon, indeed,"</span> said the drow, who raised a gloved hand to scratch at her nose.  As she sniffed the air, she spread her magical sensory abilities out, to try and detect and identify any other nearby magical creatures.  She didn't want to be gobbled up by a larger dragon, lying in wait for her.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"You probably wouldn't believe it by looking at me, but I'm actually over a hundred and sixty years old!"</span> she exclaimed, trying to sound shocked by the fact herself.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I've had many years to practice magic, you see.  I'm not a <i>man</i>,"</span> she corrected.  <span style="color: #9D612B">"I'm... well, I'm a type of elf, let's just put it that way,"</span> she explained, not wanting to go into too much detail in case her parents had specifically warned her about drow, like any good parent should.  Be good, little one, or the nasty drow will steal you away in the night.<br/>
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<span style="color: #9D612B">"I'm also not going to hurt you,"</span> she assured the small creature, then continued with a smirk, <span style="color: #9D612B">"though with scales as tough as those, I doubt I could even if I tried!"</span></span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=454315" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">*</a></span></span>​</div><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>