Alec Troven (
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stepsideways2013-02-10 06:10 pm
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Alec is sitting outside his shop, in jeans and a tee-shirt despite the cold, with a bowl of chopped up squares of meat. At least he's not barefoot? Circling him is a small brown dragon, about the length of his arm with a snub nose and jeweled eyes. He fishes out a piece of meat from the bowl and then flicks it into the air.
The piece of meat vanishes after leaving his hands and then the little dragon does too. The meat cube reappears somewhere in the square randomly and the dragon snatching it up just seconds behind it.
It then wings its way back to Alec and trills at him, obviously saying 'again'.
The piece of meat vanishes after leaving his hands and then the little dragon does too. The meat cube reappears somewhere in the square randomly and the dragon snatching it up just seconds behind it.
It then wings its way back to Alec and trills at him, obviously saying 'again'.
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Well, he is an alien creature so...
"And if a door ever opens up to his world, I'd be happy to try and find you some eggs."
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At Alec's other statement, she lifts an eyebrow. "So he's not from your world either, huh? Do you usually pick up souvenirs?"
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The food in the army commissary is pretty much the same everywhere. But you can't stay on base forever, and that's the problem.
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No, no you can't. But at least you can eat it, right?
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"Yeah. He will."