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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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[kissmehardy]

I am comfortably curled up in a chair on their front porch, scribbling away as if my life depends on it, even though this time it really doesn't. I hear John's approach, but it takes me a moment to look up. "Hello," I say, smiling though he has only part of my attention.

I do not even notice the cat at first, but after a second I look up again.

"What is that?"