"What on earth is wrong with you?" Ally murmured to the dragon as it perched on her finger like a bird. She shook her head at it as its tail curled about her finger. "Aoi is nice. Nothing that should set you on guard." Her expression dimmed again as she studied the dragon. If the dragon was manifesting what she was feeling when she created him...<br/><br/>She sighed. She hated destroying her creations...even if they were meant to be consumed.<br/><br/>As if reading her thoughts, the dragon's talons tightened on her fingers before he took off from her finger. Wings flapping, he came to a stop before Damien, resting on the edge of the bowl with the marshmallow.<br/><br/>As Ally hopped over the counter, flame snaked out from the dragon's mouth, burning the marshmallow. "Hey! No!" Ally skid to a stop when the dragon stopped and curled about the base of the bowl instead. "What..." It wasn't every day that her own creation left her confused.