Arren blinked as Ash called him out on staring at her. "What? No, I wasn't..." He trailed off as the dragon approached.<br/><br/>Arren's eyes widened as the dragon charged at him. "Oh...oh god, wait, look out!" he cried, groping around for some kind of improvised weapon. He flinched back as the dragon reached him, suddenly...<br/><br/>Nuzzling against him? He opened one eye a crack to find the creature quite agreeable. Reluctantly, Arren reached a hand to the dragons' head and began to pet it lightly, scratching behind the ears. He gave a<em>huge</em>sigh of relief.<br/><br/>He tilted his head back and laughed from the belly--something he had done as a female all the time, despite how un-ladylike it might have been. "HaHA! Wow...okay...um...I remember something about finding a dragon egg yesterday..." He rubbed his head. "Maybe it hatched?" He leaned closer to the dragon, beaming at it. "Who's a good dragon? Huh? You are!" He said playfully, rubbing it's underbelly.<br/><br/>Then Arren froze. He glanced over at where he'd awoken--to the passed out copy of himself. Herself. Whatever.<br/><br/>"Um...not sure if you're all going to believe this but I...<em>think</em>...I'm pretty sure that I'm Arren. The one who was a girl until this morning." He pointed at the sleeping female copy. "So who would that make<em>her?</em>"