(Yeah I realize that... Just about now :/)<br/><br/>Lenger sighs, looking a bit sad. "Oh... Well at least your awake, we can play!" The little dragon shows a joyful look. Currently, there was nothing more important then being around Zaana for him... The sheer happiness of finding a new friend changed his attitude all the way around, even if he did think of his old owner from time to time. "Yes, I guess your right." Lenger says in reply to her observation about the odd fur that had grown on him. "I'm not really sure, but before they took me away from my REAL mom... Umm." He paused thinking. it seemed as if it took a bunch of energy to remember the slightest detail. "Well, She was able to communicate with plants and stuff... In exchange for energy and what all they needed to grow, they would protect us from the dangers outside, in the 'forest'." He continues. "My memory isn't so clear, but like my Mom, I grow this grass-like fur too." He starts again, pausing for a good while as he thought some more. "When my owner cared for me it grew quickly, but they always cut it off for some odd reason. It stopped growing after he got bored of me... When I was sad." Lenger shivers a bit with a sad look as she hugs up to Zaana. "I don't like cutting it, I personally like it." Lenger pauses, he had about zero understanding for what he really was. For all he knew, he was a house pet... not any special type of dragon. No No No, definitely not.<br/><br/>(Btw, I have this elaborately planned out. You could almost tell how much free time I have to think on stuff.)