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A new hastily added parchment has been attached to the quest board not far from another in similar handwriting. Quest: Find young black dragon, Precious, in Market Place of Hatchmere and tell him what apparel, garb, or accessory your dragon desires most. If unsure, ask yours or Precious himself. He is good judge of well-suiting appearance be for greatest complimentary improvement. He will lead you to best merchants to tailor, sew, craft, or create customized enhancements to best flatter and delight your beloved companion. Reward: Decorated dragon is happy dragon! Every dragon deserves to look best! Advice: Do not forget to tip Precious. He remembers well. (He also leads to pick-of-day tasty treat, location of wonderfully talented bards, healing and helpful herbal specialists, most-sought vendors like Mystplaced Wishes, and many more! Also knows best places to relax in between purchases. More? Maybe. Need only ask.)

The day is busy and bustling. But long waits between customers allow for discussion and debate. "This one sees the benefits but that not how we doing business." Precious yowls in protest. "Your points sound and reasonable but un-doable. It's unknown what appears next and exchange is already made. Wish cannot appear before payment." Precious grumbles, flapping his wings in frustration with his tail lashing violently. "Easy, calm yourself, Precious," this one gently lifts his chin so his eyes see hers. "We doing well fine and all has purpose. Even business method. You see. I promise." Precious quirks head at more direct reference of self but grunts and starts looking at the other more permanent and well-stocked stalls of the market. He mewls at a merchant of glimmering tools, knives, pots, and other useful household wares. "Not having the inventory, requires a purchase before being able to sell and not our merchandise." Precious snorts and whips his head about before chirping toward the baker's stall. "Not having oven or ingredients, or coveted family recipes, for delicious quality. Also needing to be constantly fresh and defended from rats. All that we require we have." He reluctantly eyes the farmer's stall lowering his head and mumbles in deeper tone. "No worries, Precious. No garden, no fields, nor orchard for supply. Not requiring hours of sunlight labor and defense from pests and varmints." The butcher stall catches his eye and he immediately perks, chirping excitedly. This one trying so hard not to laugh as Precious doing his best, "You think if all of that ours, we sell any of it?" Precious looks again and clearly yearns for bite. His teeth chewing the air. His grunt is disappointed. "Hey," this one sits on crate, gently caressing his face and stroking him, "Maybe we not have much, but what we have enough. This one is yours always, and we have each other. Precious greater than any other." Precious snorts at empty satchel defiantly. "Funny. May not seem like fruitful livelihood, but is a duty this one can't thoughtlessly toss away. Please don't ask this one to choose now. Without it, how would this one provide for you? And this one couldn't be without you. Life has never been so full or vibrant. This one be emptier than bag which would be like stone."

I should have known the moment I spread the wool across the table that peace would be short-lived. Miriath had been napping, or at least pretending to, her tail draped lazily across the arm of my chair. But the instant the scissors touched the cloth — snip! — one bright golden eye opened, gleaming with suspicion. By the time I had measured the first line, she was on the table, paws on the fabric, tail sweeping threads into the air. “Don’t you start,” I warned her. “This is my cloak, not yours.” She chirped indignantly, puffing a small spark that nearly set the measuring string aflame. Then she flattened her wings and spread them wide, turning in a slow, dramatic circle. The meaning was clear. If you get one, I get one. I tried reasoning. I even tried ignoring her. That lasted all of three minutes before she took a corner of my cloth between her teeth and tugged with all her tiny might. We had ourselves a proper tug-of-war — I with needle in hand, she with a mouth full of wool and a gleam in her eye. Eventually, I relented. After all, who can argue with a creature whose entire body radiates smug triumph? So, beside my larger cloak, I cut a smaller piece — soft moss-green trimmed with a silver thread. I stitched little loops near the collar so it could sit neatly between her wings. She sat perfectly still while I worked, eyes half-lidded, purring low in her throat. When I finally tied it in place, she turned toward the mirror — or rather, the shiny kettle lid on the table — and admired herself for several minutes. Then, with a proud flick of her tail, she strutted in a circle before hopping to the windowsill, where the last bit of evening light caught the silver thread and set it aglow. I will admit, she looked magnificent. Now, whenever I wear mine to the market, she insists on wearing hers too. We must make quite the sight — a woman and her dragon, both cloaked against the chill, both certain that their version is better. And perhaps she’s right. Her little cloak suits her perfectly — not because it’s fine or fancy, but because she never let the idea of small stop her from wanting something wonderful of her own.

Time is taken after Precious' hatching for adjustment period of feeding, preening and preparing for return to marketplace. Precious most adorable in self made nest of hay in loft happily sprawled in sunlight and curled to ball in moonlight. He is proving to have many moods. One of boundless energy when he yearns to dash, climb, and leap from whatever height he reaches. Stretching tiny magnificent wings not yet sufficient to hold him aloft. This one has caught him every time. So far. When Precious hungry is bottomless void and prone to nip and bite with ever-sharpening teeth. He has good strong grip and likes to pull and tear at meat, even if being held by another. Manners being work-in-progress. He have two types curiosity. One shoving face into item of interest and other watching calmly from distance. Challenging when more destructive but easier when relaxing. Precious prefers perch where he see most. Doesn't remain in arms for long but this gives some relief when needing to carry much. Today returning to market to offer more unclaimed wishes for coin. Precious is excited, weaving between shoulders to see all sights. We pass more familiar faces and catch lovely scent in breeze. Precious perk in recognition and attempts yowling roar at BloomMother and Miriath at stall of aromatic elixirs, mixtures, and healing pastes and spices. Maybe good for food. This one need make stop later. @Clarissa Castelan We set shop with crate covered by blanket near fountain and close to stage. Precious jumps down near bag giving a sniff. He like to paw at satchel, see if he can open the latch to peer inside. "Not for us, Precious. Not yet. We guard. We assist. This one needs your help to defend." Precious grumbles a growl but stretches out over makeshift stall then his head tilts as lovely tune flows through air. Euphina playing new flute with singing with musical Choraleaf it delights the ears and brings smiles to faces. Even Precious seems entranced. @Katrina Wright