Jerboa looked down at the undersized SandWing dragonet. She was lying on a cot set on the wooden floor, barbless tail curled around her front talons. Jerboa wondered how this dragonet lost her barb.
Was it cut off? Was she born like this? She didn't know. If her barb was cut off at her hatching, then it would be almost impossible to tell now. If she was born like this then she was either a hybrid, or her family gene pool had a few defects.
No matter. This dragonet still needed to learn how to fight. Barb or no barb.
Jerboa knew that some SandWings had replacements for their missing barbs. Glass or metal replacements were common. But the most effective kind were the knives that you could insert any kind of venoms into. These were very expensive.
The dragonet stirred and Jerboa sighed. Why was she even thinking about helping this child? Weather she lived or not wasn't Jerboa's concern.
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Thank you to everyone for reading this chapter! (Even though at this point no one has read this story...)
I hope every one has a good night, or whatever time it is for you...
Good byeguys, gals, and any pals! -Mooneyes