[Rannor's digestion]: *Tia grinned widely as Rannor squirmed deep in her belly, the struggling and muffled screams vibrating up her spine and leaving her in a delightful bliss as she kneaded and rubbed her ravenous stomach, eager for the half elf stuffing her huge gut to be churned into her meal.* "Far too easy my little morsel, all you had to do was quell your fear and control yourself...alas, your incompetence has earned you a very permanent stay within the meat upon my hips."<br/>-<br/><br/>[Tia's chambers]: *The gilded wyrm swung one of her huge wings out and scooped Grezra up bringing him to her side as she began to pet and scratch at him, much like one would do so to ones pet dog.* "You never answered my question...so I'll assume you don't know...the duties of a pet are simple, you are the guard of my household, bid to ward off small creatures like mice or rabbits that would plunder the resources of this estate, when out hunting you might fetch a kill, or if possible you might prove to be a fine tracking pet, seeking prey out and cornering it for me or my kin to approach and dispatch...you wouldn't believe how effective a pack of trained dogs are at hunting wild bear."<br/><br/>*Tia squished Grezra to her bloated belly as she pat him...all in all his position didn't seem too bad from this stand point.* "I do not intend to abuse you, and I will not allow you to be harmed within my household...however...you must never retaliate against me, the term 'don't bite the hand that feeds', comes to mind here. Namely because I tend to strike back in my fury...sometimes I cannot stop myself...you understand? Just as you have instincts, so do we dragons."<br/><br/>"Should you behave, you will be in a position in which few expectations are presented of you, particularly cherished pets can be treated better than most children."