Purple clouded T'rin's vision as the largest clump of pseudoThread yet whapped him in the face. The blue beneath him was silent for all of ten seconds, then a squeal of amusement eked out of him, followed by a sharp rise on an unexpected thermal. The clump dislodged, trailing down Ingonth's back and rendering him abruptly silent. T'rin chuckled.
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8. The 8 is a lie. D: But for real, you get scored. Seriously. You get scored so bad your dragon gets grumpy and you are less than pleased since Cheri is a jerk and has stained both of you. (+3)
Roll: 7/10
Total: 14
Roll: 7/10
Total: 14