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[sunburned]

A fact: John Granby has never had a pet. Dragons are decidedly not pets - they are sentient creatures, intelligent and independent, and their relationships with their Captains are more comparable to that between friends or parents and their children. It has elements of spouse. It is also decidedly not anything to do with ownership (unless dragons can be said, reasonably enough, to own their Captains).

And now he has a kitten. She's cradled against his chest, burrowing into his shirt. Iskierka hadn't waited for him to name her but, like all aviators, John had had a name for his dragon in mind.

Maybe now he will finally get to use it.

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[sunburned]

"Willful. Pig-headed. Vainglorious." Granby's nothing if not wholly realistic where Iskierka is concerned. He grins at Julie. "She might take up marginally less space than you do in the bed. For a tiny creature, you sprawl like nothing I've ever seen before."

[kissmehardy]

"I can arrange to sleep elsewhere if you'd prefer." I might be teasing him, but I manage to keep a perfectly straight face, at least at first. "Perhaps Will and I will run off together and leave you and your new lady the whole bed in peace."

I can't quite get through the whole thing without laughing.

"You've obviously never lived with a cat, though. She'll have us all on the floor if she wants to."