Mudwyrm. Dirt Dragon. Soil Snout. The taunts echoed in Smoek’s mind, although copious salt water had rinsed away the worst of the taste of loam and leaf matter. She winged her way across the white-capped sea towards her cave, eager to get away from the bullies before her emotions broke her mental shield. They didn’t deserve the satisfaction of knowing how much their actions hurt.

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