The large, four legged dragon stares down at you. Its golden scales shone in the night, the full moon lighting up its sapphire blue eyes. Its large, lemon yellow wings flap lightly and the dragon reaches out a paw. At first you are hesitant, but then the thought of dragons stealing virgin princesses comes to mind.
"Human scared?" Your eyes shoot up as the dragon speaks, and you step backwards and fall. The dragon puts its paw around your stomach gently, and lifts you close to its stomach. "I hope you aren't scared of heights!" it calls as you see the ground get farther and farther. Eventually, you land, some fifty miles away, and the dragon says, "I suppose you aren't scared of heights."
"I suppose I know what heights are now," you comment, struggling to pull the dragon's paw away.
It sets you down on your feet gently and laughs. "My name is Mark. Yours?"
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