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"It is a possibility that we can do it! With my magic, I can keep us afloat for about 3 hours minimum time to 10 hours maximum.", Drago said with a smile.

She was now sitting outside, looking at the lake and seeing things a little differently now, guessed seeing all those things happen made her think that maybe mithology wasn't as fake as it seemed to many humans.

She looked worse for wear, as she hadn't been able to sleep more than an hour at a time and was having meltdowns left and right, and it was tiring, but she couldn't really do much about it, she'd have to get used to sleeping in the cabin. Her hair was messy, disheveled and a little oily, her eyes had maybe visible bags under them, and her eyes themselves seemed less bright than what should be considered normal for her.

Her body was wreking itself with tiny trembles here and there, as she took deep breaths, but the hubbub of the campers was too loud, eveything was too loud for her, and she stood up, walking away and into the woods beyond the camp, only seeking to quiet the insesant blare that was the campers whom had friends, whom had powers, whom could and would do things that she could only dream of and fantacized about. She grit her teeth quietly, forcing the anger out of herself. She can't get angry, she shouldn't get angry. Why the hell were they so happy when she had to deal with all of this? she thought bitterly to herself, before shaking her head and wipping her eyes, they deserve to be happy, its just her problem, she told herself, focusing on a tree, making herself focus and she leant onto it, leaning her forehead onto it and taking deep breaths, her hands on the rough bark and almost feeling the life it contained. Trees were always precious to her, magnificent and grand and quiet, and yet gentle too, strong and slow and still. They were almost the exact deffinition of what a gentle giant should be, and she smiled slightly, taking in the air that trees made possible.

He stood up and went outside with a small blade form his bag. He made sure it was sealed and once again sat down by the lake

“Oh” Lyra smiled. “That would be nice to do sometime.” She smiled again, looking around, the wind ruffling her short hair.

We heard a click of a camera and a small little dragon, holding a camera in its claws, rushed to my shoulder then yipping & yapping. “Is that so, thanks little guy!”, Drago said it.

“Aw, who’s this?” Lyra said, cooing at the little dragon. Using her free arm, she patted its head.

“This is my friend, Frank! But he keeps calling me father for some reason.”, Drago said.

He picked up a stick and began to skin it. He did this till the stick was bare then got another stick and did the same to it

“He’s pretty cute” Lyra continued to pet the little dragon.

Frank began purring & yips and nudged your cheek as Drago blushed.

Lyra continued to pet the dragon as if it were a small puppy. "So he can speak to you? I assume he was speaking draconic earlier."

"You want to know what he's calling you?", Drago said still blushing.

Lyra looked up at Drago. "Yes, nothing bad, I hope."

He began giving the sticks pointed tips. He continued and made up to fifty of them.

"He's calling you mother.", Drago said.

"Oh" Lyra seemed a bit surprised. "Silly little guy." She patted his head again.

((btw are drago and lyra still flying?))

Frank continues to yip.
((Yeah they are still in midair.))

"Is he a baby? He's pretty small for a dragon." Lyra asks.

( im just gonna do something to pass the time)

she turned her head and looked behind her seeing everyone who was doing their own thing. She looked at the boy in front of her " umm.... im gonna say hi to that boy over there" she said as she stood up, being in her hybrid form, her ears flicking and her tail swishing to each side. while she walked towards him she saw that he was sharpening some objects to which looked like sticks. "umm.... hello?" she sad shyly knowing she was interrupting him when he looked busy doing something.